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 Gabon and from Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare 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 Fela Kuti to the rap 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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
Roxette,
Jeff Mills,
Black Flag,
Severed Heads,
Saccharine Trust,
Big Daddy Kane,
David Bowie,
Letta Mbulu,
Dave Gahan,
Rod Modell,
Glenn Branca,
Porter Ricks,
Nirvana,
Joey Negro,
Au Pairs,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Bar-Kays,
Lalo Schifrin,
Scan 7,
Groovy Waters,
The Sound,
The Standells,
Fad Gadget,
Pharoah Sanders,
E-Dancer,
Bang On A Can,
H. Thieme,
Yazoo,
The Gap Band,
The Flesh Eaters,
Monolake,
The Shadows of Knight,
Deepchord,
Wolf Eyes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
D'Angelo,
The Wake,
Desert Stars,
La Düsseldorf,
Can,
Camberwell Now,
Mr. Review,
Jesper Dahlback,
Parry Music,
Freddie Wadling,
The United States of America,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Zapp,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Siglo XX,
Accadde A,
Interpol,
Magma,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Urselle,
The Evens,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Altered Images,
U.S. Maple,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.