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 Luxembourg and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the techno 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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
Jerry's Kids,
Dawn Penn,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Severed Heads,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Royal Trux,
Yellowson,
Letta Mbulu,
Accadde A,
Swans,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Fatback Band,
Albert Ayler,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Idris Muhammad,
Yusef Lateef,
the Swans,
The Searchers,
Aaron Thompson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
kango's stein massive,
Hardrive,
AZ,
Glambeats Corp.,
Marc Almond,
Eric Copeland,
Pierre Henry,
Lower 48,
Eden Ahbez,
Sun Ra,
Kayak,
Soulsonic Force,
Robert Wyatt,
The Electric Prunes,
The Sound,
Soul II Soul,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Smog,
Steve Hackett,
Maleditus Sound,
The Angels of Light,
Mary Jane Girls,
Cal Tjader,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Anthony Braxton,
Dark Day,
Average White Band,
Donald Byrd,
The Buckinghams,
Gastr Del Sol,
Black Sheep,
Sarah Menescal,
Technova,
Howard Jones,
The Slits,
Derrick May,
Lungfish,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.