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 Austria and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Junior Murvin to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Yaz,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Robert Görl,
Chris Corsano,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Crispian St. Peters,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Stooges,
Howard Jones,
The Young Rascals,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Charles Mingus,
Khruangbin,
The Wake,
Public Enemy,
Agitation Free,
Von Mondo,
Freddie Wadling,
One Last Wish,
Boz Scaggs,
FM Einheit,
Half Japanese,
The United States of America,
Camberwell Now,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Matthew Bourne,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Tres Demented,
Fad Gadget,
The Smoke,
Hardrive,
The Dirtbombs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Hot Snakes,
Lee Hazlewood,
Matthew Halsall,
Barbara Tucker,
Rakim,
Ken Boothe,
David Axelrod,
Can,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Neu!,
The Moleskins,
Hashim,
Grey Daturas,
Toni Rubio,
The Cosmic Jokers,
a-ha,
Todd Rundgren,
Sonny Sharrock,
Wire,
Traffic Nightmare,
Morten Harket,
Monks,
The Divine Comedy,
Marmalade,
Sugar Minott,
Rites of Spring,
Sparks,
Gang Starr,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.