Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Turkmenistan and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Kayak to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
Liliput,
The Wake,
Ultra Naté,
The Knickerbockers,
Flash Fearless,
Gil Scott Heron,
Tubeway Army,
Lindisfarne,
the Association,
Adolescents,
The Monks,
Black Sheep,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Steve Hackett,
Wasted Youth,
The Count Five,
The Evens,
Kerrie Biddell,
Black Moon,
Crispian St. Peters,
Suburban Knight,
Scratch Acid,
Mandrill,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
a-ha,
Fugazi,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sun City Girls,
Motorama,
The Buckinghams,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Remains,
Bang On A Can,
Boogie Down Productions,
Laurel Aitken,
It's A Beautiful Day,
10cc,
Gerry Rafferty,
MC5,
Eric Dolphy,
Lungfish,
Echospace,
Skriet,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Carl Craig,
Harpers Bizarre,
KRS-One,
Marvin Gaye,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Skarface,
The Real Kids,
Morten Harket,
The Victims,
The Zeros,
Quando Quango,
Bill Near,
Rapeman,
Josef K,
Pussy Galore,
Reuben Wilson,
Slave,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.