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 East Timor and from Woodstock.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the organ 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 Girls At Our Best! to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
Spoonie Gee,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Icehouse,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Scion,
Roy Ayers,
Shuggie Otis,
Stereo Dub,
Kurtis Blow,
Ultravox,
La Düsseldorf,
Grey Daturas,
Outsiders,
Niagra,
Alton Ellis,
The Smoke,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Prince Buster,
The Monochrome Set,
Joe Finger,
Lindisfarne,
Black Sheep,
LL Cool J,
Jandek,
Junior Murvin,
Marshall Jefferson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Erykah Badu,
Bizarre Inc.,
Skaos,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Last Poets,
Severed Heads,
MC5,
Absolute Body Control,
Aaron Thompson,
Wolf Eyes,
Joensuu 1685,
Marvin Gaye,
Flipper,
Graham Central Station,
Rapeman,
Lungfish,
Robert Görl,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
These Immortal Souls,
Index,
The Gladiators,
Mandrill,
Morten Harket,
The Happenings,
Judy Mowatt,
Zapp,
Pulsallama,
Moby Grape,
Todd Terry,
The Raincoats,
Mission of Burma,
Jeff Mills,
Kenny Larkin,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.