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 Guinea and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Winnipeg.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Yusef Lateef to the disco 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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Soul II Soul,
Minnie Riperton,
Ultravox,
Goldenarms,
Leonard Cohen,
Jesper Dahlback,
Quantec,
Bang On A Can,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Moss Icon,
KRS-One,
Unwound,
Marc Almond,
Oneida,
Alphaville,
Cameo,
Marvin Gaye,
Moebius,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Camberwell Now,
Skriet,
The Divine Comedy,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Evens,
Todd Terry,
Traffic Nightmare,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Smoke,
Pussy Galore,
Gabor Szabo,
The Fall,
The Saints,
Warren Ellis,
Jeru the Damaja,
Albert Ayler,
F. McDonald,
Sexual Harrassment,
Babytalk,
Quando Quango,
Crash Course in Science,
UT,
Infiniti,
Jandek,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Count Five,
Electric Prunes,
Marmalade,
The Blues Magoos,
China Crisis,
Tim Buckley,
Can,
John Lydon,
The Kinks,
Ornette Coleman,
This Heat,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.