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 Malawi and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Aural Exciters to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
Cecil Taylor,
Gabor Szabo,
The Stooges,
Andrew Hill,
the Normal,
Can,
UT,
Little Man,
Skriet,
Shoche,
Shuggie Otis,
The Birthday Party,
New Age Steppers,
Supertramp,
Joyce Sims,
Young Marble Giants,
Bill Wells,
Funkadelic,
Jeff Lynne,
Avey Tare,
Drexciya,
Jacob Miller,
Von Mondo,
Moss Icon,
Alison Limerick,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Judy Mowatt,
Television Personalities,
Stiv Bators,
Leonard Cohen,
Newcleus,
The Walker Brothers,
Juan Atkins,
Junior Murvin,
Sexual Harrassment,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mandrill,
The J.B.'s,
Magazine,
Clear Light,
Gang Gang Dance,
Barrington Levy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Soft Machine,
Gang Starr,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eric Copeland,
Crime,
Cameo,
the Association,
The Five Americans,
Kenny Larkin,
the Soft Cell,
Joe Finger,
Derrick May,
X-Ray Spex,
Porter Ricks,
Gerry Rafferty,
Smog,
Ten City,
Todd Rundgren,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.