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 Marshall Islands and from London.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Terry Callier to the rock 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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Wolf Eyes,
Marmalade,
Scientists,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Sound,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Agitation Free,
The Selecter,
Bobby Byrd,
CMW,
Ornette Coleman,
Liliput,
Suburban Knight,
Ronnie Foster,
kango's stein massive,
Wasted Youth,
PIL,
Thompson Twins,
The Busters,
Gabor Szabo,
Simply Red,
Monks,
JFA,
the Bar-Kays,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gang of Four,
Man Parrish,
The Slits,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Leonard Cohen,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rufus Thomas,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eurythmics,
Tim Buckley,
The Raincoats,
Graham Central Station,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Depeche Mode,
Piero Umiliani,
Terry Callier,
Massinfluence,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
These Immortal Souls,
Donny Hathaway,
Maleditus Sound,
Arab on Radar,
the Human League,
D'Angelo,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Hot Snakes,
MDC,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Schoolly D,
Iggy Pop,
T. Rex,
Ten City,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.