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 Belgium and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the organ 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 Slave to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
Neu!,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Terry Callier,
Quadrant,
Ituana,
K-Klass,
Minutemen,
Pantaleimon,
Peter and Kerry,
The J.B.'s,
Bauhaus,
Unwound,
Interpol,
Franke,
Maurizio,
The Black Dice,
The Gap Band,
Reagan Youth,
The Buckinghams,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Tres Demented,
Schoolly D,
Skarface,
The Remains,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The New Christs,
Ornette Coleman,
Nils Olav,
Shuggie Otis,
MDC,
Masters at Work,
Electric Prunes,
Black Moon,
Kerrie Biddell,
Todd Rundgren,
Yusef Lateef,
Michelle Simonal,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Oblivians,
Albert Ayler,
KRS-One,
Amon Düül,
Vainqueur,
Sight & Sound,
The Walker Brothers,
Byron Stingily,
Matthew Halsall,
Gerry Rafferty,
the Swans,
Josef K,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Fall,
Eve St. Jones,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Metal Thangz,
Bush Tetras,
Marvin Gaye,
LL Cool J,
Faraquet,
Harry Pussy,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.