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 Ghana and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the rhodes 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 The Beau Brummels to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
The Golliwogs,
Nico,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Grey Daturas,
The Seeds,
Connie Case,
The Happenings,
Eric Copeland,
Avey Tare,
Jimmy McGriff,
World's Most,
Rhythm & Sound,
Davy DMX,
Excepter,
Ponytail,
the Human League,
Mo-Dettes,
Bush Tetras,
Michelle Simonal,
Moss Icon,
Lou Reed,
The Blackbyrds,
Marcia Griffiths,
Anakelly,
Banda Bassotti,
The Detroit Cobras,
Symarip,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Make Up,
Morten Harket,
T. Rex,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Zeros,
Minutemen,
Arthur Verocai,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Doors,
Shoche,
Brick,
Kevin Saunderson,
Tropical Tobacco,
Arab on Radar,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gang Starr,
Brass Construction,
Alton Ellis,
The Fall,
Flash Fearless,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Cramps,
Lalo Schifrin,
Circle Jerks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Skarface,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Wolf Eyes,
Rotary Connection,
Deadbeat,
Aaron Thompson,
Talk Talk,
kango's stein massive,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.