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 Portugal and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Radiopuhelimet to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
Joe Finger,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Infiniti,
Ralphi Rosario,
Dennis Brown,
Todd Terry,
Chris & Cosey,
ABBA,
The Flesh Eaters,
Todd Rundgren,
Tomorrow,
La Düsseldorf,
Wings,
Cecil Taylor,
The Motions,
Sixth Finger,
Siglo XX,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kurtis Blow,
The Fugs,
Black Flag,
Black Bananas,
June of 44,
The Fall,
The Music Machine,
Thee Headcoats,
The Cure,
Andrew Hill,
Dorothy Ashby,
K-Klass,
Saccharine Trust,
D'Angelo,
Althea and Donna,
The Raincoats,
The Seeds,
John Foxx,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Khruangbin,
Eric Copeland,
The United States of America,
Qualms,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Remains,
Susan Cadogan,
Nik Kershaw,
Marc Almond,
Iggy Pop,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
CMW,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Normal,
Bronski Beat,
The Count Five,
Camouflage,
FM Einheit,
Echospace,
John Lydon,
Sällskapet,
Throbbing Gristle,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.