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 Liberia and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Girls At Our Best! to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Gories,
Fad Gadget,
OOIOO,
Radiohead,
Scott Walker,
The Doobie Brothers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rosa Yemen,
Johnny Clarke,
Oblivians,
EPMD,
Leonard Cohen,
The Beau Brummels,
The Victims,
Urselle,
Kenny Larkin,
Rotary Connection,
Chris & Cosey,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Black Bananas,
Neil Young,
Idris Muhammad,
Thompson Twins,
Kurtis Blow,
Bill Near,
Terrestrial Tones,
Hashim,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Dirtbombs,
Joyce Sims,
E-Dancer,
Scrapy,
Dawn Penn,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gang Starr,
Nirvana,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Excepter,
UT,
Chrome,
La Düsseldorf,
cv313,
Siglo XX,
Mantronix,
Theoretical Girls,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gabor Szabo,
Byron Stingily,
Q65,
New York Dolls,
Prince Buster,
The Offenders,
These Immortal Souls,
Boz Scaggs,
Depeche Mode,
K-Klass,
Shuggie Otis,
Niagra,
Camouflage,
Magma,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.