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 Zimbabwe and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Theoretical Girls to the crunk 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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bang On A Can,
Alton Ellis,
Alice Coltrane,
The Seeds,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Camberwell Now,
Judy Mowatt,
Talk Talk,
Matthew Halsall,
Second Layer,
Lee Hazlewood,
Deadbeat,
Lebanon Hanover,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bob Dylan,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eden Ahbez,
Black Moon,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pole,
John Cale,
Sonny Sharrock,
Soft Cell,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Outsiders,
David McCallum,
Spandau Ballet,
Neil Young,
The Tremeloes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jimmy McGriff,
Average White Band,
Moby Grape,
Graham Central Station,
Al Stewart,
Donny Hathaway,
B.T. Express,
The Walker Brothers,
The Human League,
The Neon Judgement,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Mad Mike,
Blake Baxter,
The Moleskins,
Leonard Cohen,
Unwound,
The Zeros,
the Normal,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Can,
Gang of Four,
Ralphi Rosario,
Skriet,
Rufus Thomas,
Duran Duran,
Lou Reed,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Byron Stingily,
Von Mondo,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.