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 Malawi and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro 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 Desert Stars to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Icehouse,
Swans,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Japan,
Motorama,
Eric B and Rakim,
Los Fastidios,
The Electric Prunes,
the Swans,
Brand Nubian,
Technova,
The Fugs,
The Victims,
Silicon Teens,
The Divine Comedy,
The Zeros,
Gabor Szabo,
ABC,
Delta 5,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Zapp,
Connie Case,
Nas,
The Motions,
La Düsseldorf,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Barracudas,
Ponytail,
Lucky Dragons,
R.M.O.,
The Fortunes,
Ohio Players,
Carl Craig,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Yaz,
Unwound,
The Raincoats,
In Retrospect,
Crime,
Public Image Ltd.,
Throbbing Gristle,
World's Most,
Toni Rubio,
Malaria!,
Kevin Saunderson,
Model 500,
Junior Murvin,
Minny Pops,
The Walker Brothers,
Fad Gadget,
Derrick Morgan,
The Neon Judgement,
Flash Fearless,
Andrew Hill,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Alarm Clocks,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.