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 Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Eden Ahbez to the jazz 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 The Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 marimba and a rhodes 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 linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Magma,
Sonic Youth,
Suicide,
Piero Umiliani,
Warren Ellis,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Al Stewart,
Anthony Braxton,
Minny Pops,
Morten Harket,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Juan Atkins,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Mummies,
Technova,
Roy Ayers,
Lucky Dragons,
Howard Jones,
The Evens,
Letta Mbulu,
One Last Wish,
the Swans,
Au Pairs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Swell Maps,
Mo-Dettes,
Rosa Yemen,
The Birthday Party,
Hashim,
Boz Scaggs,
Crispy Ambulance,
Skaos,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Smoke,
The Names,
Basic Channel,
Joe Finger,
Ronan,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
New Age Steppers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Quando Quango,
The Walker Brothers,
Pantaleimon,
Fear,
Sly & The Family Stone,
X-Ray Spex,
Monks,
The Knickerbockers,
Ponytail,
Bad Manners,
The Residents,
Pagans,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Y Pants,
FM Einheit,
The Sonics,
Jerry's Kids,
Andrew Hill,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.