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 Zimbabwe and from Woodstock.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Crispian St. Peters to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Vladislav Delay,
The Evens,
Suburban Knight,
Make Up,
Audionom,
Reuben Wilson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rufus Thomas,
The New Christs,
Eric Copeland,
Bob Dylan,
Eden Ahbez,
The Sound,
Thompson Twins,
ABBA,
Sound Behaviour,
Brick,
Fat Boys,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
John Cale,
Masters at Work,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Technova,
Erykah Badu,
Inner City,
Ultravox,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Invisible,
Wings,
Young Marble Giants,
The Young Rascals,
Lower 48,
A Certain Ratio,
The Durutti Column,
Andrew Hill,
Johnny Osbourne,
Malaria!,
Howard Jones,
Flipper,
Pierre Henry,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sugar Minott,
X-Ray Spex,
Gang Starr,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Arab on Radar,
Harpers Bizarre,
Depeche Mode,
Jandek,
LL Cool J,
Chris Corsano,
The Monochrome Set,
Jeru the Damaja,
Mission of Burma,
Hashim,
The Slits,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lightning Bolt,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Aswad,
Don Cherry,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.