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 Moldova and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the grime 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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
Swans,
The American Breed,
Erasure,
Underground Resistance,
Bizarre Inc.,
Tubeway Army,
Thompson Twins,
Electric Prunes,
Chrome,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Busters,
Dead Boys,
Whodini,
Chris & Cosey,
The Skatalites,
Dorothy Ashby,
Mark Hollis,
The Standells,
The Kinks,
Fugazi,
Max Romeo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Faraquet,
Glenn Branca,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Arcadia,
Von Mondo,
AZ,
Saccharine Trust,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Minnie Riperton,
The Toasters,
Bush Tetras,
The Cramps,
Scratch Acid,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Cameo,
Robert Hood,
Index,
The Wake,
Al Stewart,
Scrapy,
June Days,
Grey Daturas,
Ossler,
Gong,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Loose Ends,
The Music Machine,
Warsaw,
Scott Walker,
Jacques Brel,
John Lydon,
Ultra Naté,
Michelle Simonal,
Nik Kershaw,
Neil Young,
Carl Craig,
The Invisible,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.