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 United States and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Thompson Twins to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
the Slits,
The Busters,
Mr. Review,
Chris Corsano,
Vladislav Delay,
Surgeon,
the Fania All-Stars,
Leonard Cohen,
Man Parrish,
The Beau Brummels,
Warren Ellis,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Crooked Eye,
Barrington Levy,
Liliput,
Mark Hollis,
The Velvet Underground,
James Chance & The Contortions,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Marine Girls,
Bang On A Can,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Qualms,
Arcadia,
The Techniques,
Sound Behaviour,
Iggy Pop,
Black Moon,
The Seeds,
Whodini,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Human League,
Mad Mike,
Al Stewart,
Jeff Mills,
Mission of Burma,
Youth Brigade,
Little Man,
Letta Mbulu,
Symarip,
Minor Threat,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Laurel Aitken,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
MC5,
Marmalade,
Skaos,
Guru Guru,
Scratch Acid,
The Martian,
Cheater Slicks,
The Black Dice,
Bad Manners,
Maleditus Sound,
Crash Course in Science,
10cc,
Dead Boys,
Smog,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lower 48,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.