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 Madagascar and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 Marvin Gaye to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
Robert Görl,
Girls At Our Best!,
CMW,
Scion,
John Holt,
Shoche,
Sun Ra,
Half Japanese,
Matthew Halsall,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sandy B,
Ituana,
Newcleus,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Red Krayola,
Glambeats Corp.,
Television,
the Association,
Althea and Donna,
Basic Channel,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Thee Headcoats,
Infiniti,
Eddi Front,
Cal Tjader,
Section 25,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Panda Bear,
Sunsets and Hearts,
H. Thieme,
The Gladiators,
Depeche Mode,
Heaven 17,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Von Mondo,
David Axelrod,
Gang Green,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bootsy Collins,
Patti Smith,
Chris Corsano,
Mandrill,
Thompson Twins,
Public Enemy,
Erasure,
Guru Guru,
Charles Mingus,
Saccharine Trust,
10cc,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Seeds,
Marvin Gaye,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Slits,
Symarip,
Vladislav Delay,
Flipper,
Minutemen,
Prince Buster,
The Residents,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.