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 Ireland and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba 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 Curtis Mayfield to the dance 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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
The Standells,
Accadde A,
Andrew Hill,
The Misunderstood,
Robert Wyatt,
Maurizio,
Model 500,
Kenny Larkin,
Brand Nubian,
Fugazi,
The Stooges,
Newcleus,
Guru Guru,
Talk Talk,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Oneida,
Symarip,
Morten Harket,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Parry Music,
Swans,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Babytalk,
Yazoo,
The Cramps,
The Buckinghams,
Kaleidoscope,
cv313,
Con Funk Shun,
La Düsseldorf,
Ultra Naté,
Cymande,
Ituana,
Patti Smith,
Zapp,
Y Pants,
Flipper,
Black Flag,
Das Ding,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sparks,
The Red Krayola,
Schoolly D,
Eric Copeland,
Black Sheep,
Max Romeo,
The Divine Comedy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Marc Almond,
Kas Product,
Echospace,
The Slits,
Lou Christie,
Depeche Mode,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.