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 United States and from Taipei.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Kas Product to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Glenn Branca,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Altered Images,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
CMW,
Bang On A Can,
Minny Pops,
L. Decosne,
a-ha,
Warren Ellis,
The Angels of Light,
The Invisible,
Al Stewart,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Kinks,
Janne Schatter,
John Coltrane,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Dennis Brown,
June Days,
Donny Hathaway,
Khruangbin,
Kerri Chandler,
ABC,
Young Marble Giants,
F. McDonald,
the Germs,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
KRS-One,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Eden Ahbez,
Rapeman,
Vainqueur,
Wire,
X-102,
Magazine,
Swans,
Bootsy Collins,
Derrick Morgan,
Davy DMX,
MDC,
The Real Kids,
The Golliwogs,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Subhumans,
Throbbing Gristle,
Nik Kershaw,
Public Image Ltd.,
Cymande,
Man Eating Sloth,
Yusef Lateef,
Big Daddy Kane,
Interpol,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
kango's stein massive,
Tomorrow,
The Evens,
Yazoo,
Easy Going,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.