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 Estonia and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 clarinet 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 The Human League to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Barrington Levy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Graham Central Station,
Sex Pistols,
Peter & Gordon,
Chrome,
The Gladiators,
DJ Sneak,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Cure,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Toasters,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ohio Players,
John Foxx,
Carl Craig,
AZ,
Easy Going,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Music Machine,
The Detroit Cobras,
Alice Coltrane,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pere Ubu,
The Evens,
JFA,
Eric Copeland,
A Certain Ratio,
Cymande,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Soul II Soul,
Flipper,
Babytalk,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Charles Mingus,
Suicide,
Unwound,
Anthony Braxton,
Don Cherry,
Arab on Radar,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Aural Exciters,
Black Pus,
The Smoke,
Stetsasonic,
Lightning Bolt,
Yazoo,
Grauzone,
kango's stein massive,
Newcleus,
The Dead C,
The Doobie Brothers,
Mad Mike,
The Wake,
The Offenders,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Blossom Toes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.