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 Lesotho and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 guitar 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 Don Cherry to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Girls At Our Best!,
Cal Tjader,
Steve Hackett,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Blancmange,
Wolf Eyes,
The Kinks,
Alphaville,
Minny Pops,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Prince Buster,
The Barracudas,
Masters at Work,
Banda Bassotti,
The Cowsills,
DJ Style,
Supertramp,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bauhaus,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pulsallama,
The Mummies,
Fad Gadget,
The Gladiators,
Donald Byrd,
Zero Boys,
Q and Not U,
Eric Dolphy,
Circle Jerks,
Gang Starr,
Ornette Coleman,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Motorama,
Ultra Naté,
Drexciya,
Erykah Badu,
The Walker Brothers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Metal Thangz,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Danielle Patucci,
Eurythmics,
Bootsy Collins,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Desert Stars,
Niagra,
The Vogues,
Yaz,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Tremeloes,
Bobby Byrd,
The Remains,
Bronski Beat,
The Names,
Slick Rick,
The Litter,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.