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 Venezuela and from Mexico City.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mumbai.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 New Order to the funk 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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sun City Girls,
Television,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pylon,
Stockholm Monsters,
Shuggie Otis,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bluetip,
The Red Krayola,
Howard Jones,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Simply Red,
Lou Reed,
Joe Finger,
Lyres,
Mission of Burma,
Eurythmics,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Quadrant,
Joensuu 1685,
Absolute Body Control,
Soft Machine,
Mr. Review,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Mummies,
The Gories,
Ornette Coleman,
The Move,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Tremeloes,
Visage,
Tom Boy,
Brick,
Magazine,
The Names,
Cameo,
R.M.O.,
Leonard Cohen,
Flash Fearless,
Grauzone,
Brand Nubian,
Moss Icon,
The Modern Lovers,
Kas Product,
Skriet,
Pierre Henry,
Second Layer,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lebanon Hanover,
Maurizio,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Thee Headcoats,
The Raincoats,
Electric Prunes,
Althea and Donna,
Unwound,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.