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 Peru and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Birthday Party to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
Crooked Eye,
China Crisis,
Harpers Bizarre,
Delta 5,
The Divine Comedy,
Josef K,
The Detroit Cobras,
AZ,
Eric Copeland,
The Fugs,
Sister Nancy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
David Bowie,
Brand Nubian,
Blossom Toes,
Unrelated Segments,
Bob Dylan,
Pole,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Cheater Slicks,
The Black Dice,
The Names,
The Golliwogs,
Yusef Lateef,
Grauzone,
Main Source,
The Monochrome Set,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Young Rascals,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
World's Most,
The Motions,
The Blues Magoos,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
KRS-One,
Interpol,
the Soft Cell,
Rufus Thomas,
The Knickerbockers,
The Standells,
Country Joe & The Fish,
EPMD,
Robert Wyatt,
Absolute Body Control,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Khruangbin,
Sarah Menescal,
Andrew Hill,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Maleditus Sound,
Ponytail,
Lou Christie,
the Germs,
John Coltrane,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.