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 Namibia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Cairo.
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 clarinet 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
The Blackbyrds,
The Black Dice,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Robert Hood,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Carl Craig,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Marc Almond,
Letta Mbulu,
Derrick May,
The Moody Blues,
Barbara Tucker,
Dennis Brown,
This Heat,
Gang of Four,
Skriet,
The Last Poets,
cv313,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Groovy Waters,
The New Christs,
Altered Images,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Slits,
The Pop Group,
Frankie Knuckles,
Piero Umiliani,
Gong,
Niagra,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Drexciya,
Scratch Acid,
Scott Walker,
Livin' Joy,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Dead C,
Essential Logic,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Severed Heads,
Section 25,
Toni Rubio,
Q65,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Arcadia,
Cameo,
Ken Boothe,
Saccharine Trust,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fugazi,
Sixth Finger,
The Mummies,
Japan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Radio Birdman,
Mad Mike,
Y Pants,
Maleditus Sound,
Khruangbin,
Television Personalities,
The Real Kids,
Grauzone,
Nirvana,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.