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 Belarus and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 sitar 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 Mr. Review to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
Piero Umiliani,
Peter & Gordon,
Saccharine Trust,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Make Up,
Jeru the Damaja,
Roxette,
Archie Shepp,
Thee Headcoats,
The Dirtbombs,
Icehouse,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Shuggie Otis,
Jerry Gold Smith,
David Bowie,
Procol Harum,
Kaleidoscope,
Thompson Twins,
Japan,
Dawn Penn,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Gap Band,
Danielle Patucci,
Khruangbin,
Peter and Kerry,
The Martian,
Alton Ellis,
Andrew Hill,
Magma,
Ice-T,
Das Ding,
The Sound,
Freddie Wadling,
Banda Bassotti,
Pole,
Brass Construction,
Agitation Free,
Altered Images,
Isaac Hayes,
Dead Boys,
Carl Craig,
Bootsy Collins,
Blancmange,
PIL,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sun City Girls,
UT,
U.S. Maple,
Sonny Sharrock,
The American Breed,
Royal Trux,
Donny Hathaway,
The Leaves,
Arcadia,
Sparks,
Talk Talk,
Audionom,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eve St. Jones,
The Invisible,
Judy Mowatt,
Sixth Finger,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.