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 Accra.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 chamberlin 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 Faraquet to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
The Residents,
Technova,
The Fall,
The Kinks,
Minny Pops,
The Detroit Cobras,
Morten Harket,
Kenny Larkin,
Hashim,
Swans,
Icehouse,
The Evens,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Chris Corsano,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Funkadelic,
Nils Olav,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mark Hollis,
Outsiders,
The Busters,
DNA,
The Skatalites,
The Golliwogs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
E-Dancer,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Susan Cadogan,
Eric Dolphy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Supertramp,
The Durutti Column,
Traffic Nightmare,
Steve Hackett,
Yazoo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Neil Young,
Severed Heads,
KRS-One,
the Slits,
Throbbing Gristle,
Tubeway Army,
Essential Logic,
Sällskapet,
Camberwell Now,
Fat Boys,
Bobby Byrd,
Ten City,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rosa Yemen,
Inner City,
The Mojo Men,
K-Klass,
Rotary Connection,
Cybotron,
Electric Prunes,
Rites of Spring,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.