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 Iraq and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 harpsichord 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 Gang of Four to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Human League. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
ABBA,
Bauhaus,
Main Source,
The Techniques,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Delon & Dalcan,
Toni Rubio,
Underground Resistance,
The Beau Brummels,
Inner City,
Neu!,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ponytail,
Robert Wyatt,
The Dead C,
Bad Manners,
Erasure,
Black Pus,
Wasted Youth,
OOIOO,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Evens,
Barrington Levy,
FM Einheit,
Malaria!,
Gregory Isaacs,
CMW,
Jeru the Damaja,
Cecil Taylor,
Cheater Slicks,
The Music Machine,
Brass Construction,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Parry Music,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
K-Klass,
Man Parrish,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
New York Dolls,
Skarface,
Cymande,
Liliput,
Bronski Beat,
Pulsallama,
The Smoke,
Kerri Chandler,
Charles Mingus,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Sonics,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Easy Going,
Masters at Work,
Shuggie Otis,
Tim Buckley,
Eve St. Jones,
Rakim,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Mark Hollis,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.