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 Colombia 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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Angels of Light,
Subhumans,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rhythm & Sound,
Arcadia,
Erasure,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Simply Red,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Radio Birdman,
R.M.O.,
Iggy Pop,
Clear Light,
Crime,
Minor Threat,
Icehouse,
Los Fastidios,
Khruangbin,
Saccharine Trust,
The Human League,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lungfish,
Franke,
Supertramp,
Ralphi Rosario,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Leonard Cohen,
ABBA,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
a-ha,
Mars,
Wings,
Dave Gahan,
Barbara Tucker,
B.T. Express,
Todd Terry,
Matthew Bourne,
Amon Düül II,
Brick,
Nick Fraelich,
Oneida,
Jimmy McGriff,
Royal Trux,
John Holt,
Desert Stars,
Quadrant,
Das Ding,
Drive Like Jehu,
Black Bananas,
James White and The Blacks,
Nils Olav,
Ronnie Foster,
Grey Daturas,
Slick Rick,
48th St. Collective,
Chrome,
Reuben Wilson,
Eve St. Jones,
The Remains,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.