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 Palau and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Schoolly D to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
The Gories,
PIL,
Steve Hackett,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Delta 5,
The Moody Blues,
Prince Buster,
Subhumans,
Agitation Free,
Soft Cell,
Lindisfarne,
Kas Product,
DNA,
Q and Not U,
Nirvana,
Robert Wyatt,
Alison Limerick,
The Monochrome Set,
JFA,
Audionom,
X-101,
Slave,
Dead Boys,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Monks,
Index,
The Young Rascals,
Aural Exciters,
Cecil Taylor,
48th St. Collective,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Roxette,
Yellowson,
Funky Four + One,
Model 500,
Pantaleimon,
Gang Gang Dance,
10cc,
Stereo Dub,
Minny Pops,
Pussy Galore,
The United States of America,
Peter & Gordon,
The Five Americans,
Throbbing Gristle,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Reuben Wilson,
the Association,
FM Einheit,
F. McDonald,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ralphi Rosario,
Joe Finger,
Sonic Youth,
Wings,
Pet Shop Boys,
Charles Mingus,
Josef K,
Alice Coltrane,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.