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 Ireland and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 808 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Essential Logic,
Carl Craig,
Underground Resistance,
Howard Jones,
Anakelly,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pere Ubu,
Sun City Girls,
Steve Hackett,
Eve St. Jones,
Surgeon,
The Pretty Things,
Suburban Knight,
The Doors,
Freddie Wadling,
The Pop Group,
Glenn Branca,
John Cale,
Tim Buckley,
Agitation Free,
Yusef Lateef,
Maleditus Sound,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Fugs,
Tropical Tobacco,
U.S. Maple,
Black Moon,
Blossom Toes,
Davy DMX,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Wasted Youth,
Absolute Body Control,
the Sonics,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rekid,
LL Cool J,
The Alarm Clocks,
Dennis Brown,
Skaos,
Pylon,
Circle Jerks,
Funky Four + One,
Eric Dolphy,
Reuben Wilson,
The Slits,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Modern Lovers,
Joy Division,
Lungfish,
Piero Umiliani,
Sight & Sound,
Mantronix,
World's Most,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Suicide,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Porter Ricks,
Bob Dylan,
The Stooges,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.