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 Costa Rica and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 harpsichord 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 The Moody Blues to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
Nils Olav,
The Birthday Party,
The Searchers,
Organ,
Nik Kershaw,
Barry Ungar,
Minutemen,
Howard Jones,
The Fall,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Henry Cow,
Sam Rivers,
The Slits,
Infiniti,
the Bar-Kays,
Deadbeat,
Television Personalities,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
David Bowie,
Flipper,
The Associates,
Agitation Free,
Colin Newman,
cv313,
Quadrant,
Unwound,
Theoretical Girls,
Babytalk,
Silicon Teens,
Hardrive,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
DNA,
Dawn Penn,
Underground Resistance,
The Move,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lalo Schifrin,
Index,
Aloha Tigers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Television,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Iggy Pop,
Sparks,
The Pop Group,
Young Marble Giants,
Hot Snakes,
Lakeside,
Quando Quango,
Unrelated Segments,
U.S. Maple,
ABBA,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Black Moon,
Animal Collective,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Vogues,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Barrington Levy,
Faust,
Ronan,
Jimmy McGriff,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.