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 Samoa and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Columbus.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Chrome to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Colin Newman,
Adolescents,
Pylon,
Barry Ungar,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lebanon Hanover,
Deadbeat,
Skriet,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kenny Larkin,
Boz Scaggs,
The Electric Prunes,
Robert Görl,
Stetsasonic,
Das Ding,
Tommy Roe,
The Selecter,
The Stooges,
Susan Cadogan,
Byron Stingily,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Morten Harket,
The Toasters,
The Monks,
Donald Byrd,
The Index,
ABBA,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ultra Naté,
Gang Green,
Kayak,
Blake Baxter,
8 Eyed Spy,
Yaz,
Rekid,
The New Christs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Count Five,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Divine Comedy,
the Bar-Kays,
Loose Ends,
Brand Nubian,
Brick,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lakeside,
a-ha,
Tomorrow,
OOIOO,
The Offenders,
The Knickerbockers,
Nik Kershaw,
The Martian,
Faraquet,
The Slackers,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.