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 Turkey and from Salvador.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Siglo XX to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
Gichy Dan,
Suicide,
Livin' Joy,
Terry Callier,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Scientists,
Tubeway Army,
UT,
Judy Mowatt,
Hoover,
Junior Murvin,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Invisible,
Jeff Mills,
Shuggie Otis,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Saints,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
New Age Steppers,
Masters at Work,
Prince Buster,
Schoolly D,
Todd Rundgren,
Crash Course in Science,
Henry Cow,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Von Mondo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Alice Coltrane,
Archie Shepp,
Bill Wells,
Tears for Fears,
Cameo,
Jesper Dahlback,
Thee Headcoats,
Bluetip,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Fire Engines,
Sällskapet,
Groovy Waters,
Soft Machine,
Andrew Hill,
Inner City,
Glenn Branca,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ludus,
Organ,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Average White Band,
The Count Five,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lebanon Hanover,
Janne Schatter,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.