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 Burkina and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 synthesizer 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 DJ Sneak to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
Sparks,
Sound Behaviour,
The Remains,
The Electric Prunes,
MDC,
Joe Smooth,
Peter and Kerry,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bush Tetras,
The Sonics,
Livin' Joy,
Kayak,
K-Klass,
Anthony Braxton,
Model 500,
Lou Christie,
Unrelated Segments,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Popol Vuh,
Massinfluence,
DNA,
Terry Callier,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ten City,
Cal Tjader,
Average White Band,
Section 25,
Mo-Dettes,
Monks,
Donald Byrd,
ABBA,
Nirvana,
Junior Murvin,
Franke,
Blossom Toes,
Rites of Spring,
Minor Threat,
Man Eating Sloth,
Fear,
Underground Resistance,
The Smoke,
Magazine,
Hardrive,
Rapeman,
Cecil Taylor,
Second Layer,
The Music Machine,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Traffic Nightmare,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Slick Rick,
the Fania All-Stars,
David Axelrod,
Quadrant,
The Wake,
Gang Starr,
Heaven 17,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Drive Like Jehu,
Steve Hackett,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.