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 South Sudan and from Hong Kong.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Drexciya,
Saccharine Trust,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Trojans,
Khruangbin,
Panda Bear,
Rekid,
Minor Threat,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Q and Not U,
Altered Images,
The Gap Band,
Jeff Lynne,
Pagans,
Skarface,
Sun City Girls,
Glambeats Corp.,
Hashim,
Au Pairs,
Crispian St. Peters,
Marmalade,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Happenings,
U.S. Maple,
Rakim,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Leaves,
Faraquet,
Thompson Twins,
Spoonie Gee,
Pussy Galore,
LL Cool J,
Malaria!,
Connie Case,
Iggy Pop,
David Bowie,
In Retrospect,
The Evens,
Aaron Thompson,
Yusef Lateef,
The Motions,
X-102,
KRS-One,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Agitation Free,
Jacob Miller,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bush Tetras,
The Mojo Men,
Michelle Simonal,
Japan,
Bluetip,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rites of Spring,
The Smiths,
Sound Behaviour,
Wings,
Von Mondo,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.