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 Belarus and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Bologna.
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 harpsichord 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 Suicide to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian 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?
Amon Düül,
The Raincoats,
Q65,
Bang On A Can,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lucky Dragons,
The Moody Blues,
Marvin Gaye,
Thompson Twins,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bad Manners,
Chris Corsano,
Mr. Review,
The Victims,
The Gladiators,
Pharoah Sanders,
Cameo,
Tomorrow,
Alison Limerick,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Glambeats Corp.,
Television,
Bizarre Inc.,
Heaven 17,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Black Pus,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Divine Comedy,
Joey Negro,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Vogues,
Whodini,
Minutemen,
FM Einheit,
Camouflage,
Deakin,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lou Reed,
Sonic Youth,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ronan,
Lalo Schifrin,
Mission of Burma,
The Index,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Fall,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Warsaw,
Ken Boothe,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Judy Mowatt,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Count Five,
ABC,
Arab on Radar,
Erykah Badu,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Leaves,
Lower 48,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.