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 Iran and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Gong to the crunk 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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Swans,
Janne Schatter,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Shuggie Otis,
Rod Modell,
The Toasters,
Pere Ubu,
Rhythm & Sound,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Tim Buckley,
Von Mondo,
Pet Shop Boys,
Arab on Radar,
Peter and Kerry,
Audionom,
Babytalk,
Minnie Riperton,
Little Man,
Silicon Teens,
Negative Approach,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Smiths,
Khruangbin,
Lindisfarne,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rosa Yemen,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Royal Trux,
The Kinks,
Marcia Griffiths,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bobby Womack,
The Young Rascals,
Fear,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mars,
Popol Vuh,
Parry Music,
Suburban Knight,
Magma,
Connie Case,
Lebanon Hanover,
Goldenarms,
Minutemen,
Ronan,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Crispy Ambulance,
These Immortal Souls,
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Soft Cell,
Symarip,
Ronnie Foster,
Davy DMX,
The Alarm Clocks,
kango's stein massive,
Patti Smith,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.