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 Tonga and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Calgary.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Spoonie Gee to the rap 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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
A Certain Ratio,
B.T. Express,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gabor Szabo,
Arthur Verocai,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Blues Magoos,
Trumans Water,
Sarah Menescal,
Kaleidoscope,
Oblivians,
Magazine,
Hashim,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sonic Youth,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sound Behaviour,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bauhaus,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
New York Dolls,
Lou Reed,
The American Breed,
Heaven 17,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Barry Ungar,
Simply Red,
The Index,
Derrick Morgan,
Massinfluence,
The Fugs,
The Fortunes,
Outsiders,
Sun Ra,
Byron Stingily,
Absolute Body Control,
Skaos,
The Divine Comedy,
PIL,
Mo-Dettes,
Ultra Naté,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Zapp,
Y Pants,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Hasil Adkins,
Roy Ayers,
Lucky Dragons,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
F. McDonald,
Freddie Wadling,
The Doors,
Wasted Youth,
Groovy Waters,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Scratch Acid,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.