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 Eritrea 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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Stereo Dub to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bauhaus,
Rhythm & Sound,
L. Decosne,
Juan Atkins,
Second Layer,
Bizarre Inc.,
Man Parrish,
Minny Pops,
Khruangbin,
Parry Music,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rosa Yemen,
Lou Christie,
The Sound,
The Blackbyrds,
Fear,
Subhumans,
Eden Ahbez,
Jerry's Kids,
Glambeats Corp.,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Pretty Things,
Slick Rick,
Marcia Griffiths,
Skriet,
Sam Rivers,
The Cure,
Bronski Beat,
Essential Logic,
Mission of Burma,
Janne Schatter,
The Real Kids,
Man Eating Sloth,
Junior Murvin,
Neu!,
Interpol,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lou Reed,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Dawn Penn,
The Modern Lovers,
Duran Duran,
Shoche,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Donny Hathaway,
Stiv Bators,
Matthew Halsall,
The Black Dice,
the Germs,
Rakim,
Main Source,
Basic Channel,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Barracudas,
Gang Green,
Pierre Henry,
Malaria!,
Andrew Hill,
James White and The Blacks,
Ultimate Spinach,
KRS-One,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.