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 Vietnam and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Dual Sessions to the crunk 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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
Fugazi,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Neon Judgement,
The Flesh Eaters,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ludus,
The Zeros,
Intrusion,
Scion,
Panda Bear,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Fluxion,
Yellowson,
Ken Boothe,
Alton Ellis,
The New Christs,
The Victims,
Leonard Cohen,
Guru Guru,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
kango's stein massive,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lightning Bolt,
Faust,
Vladislav Delay,
Minny Pops,
Cecil Taylor,
Con Funk Shun,
Peter and Kerry,
Pussy Galore,
The Last Poets,
The Moleskins,
Bill Wells,
Swell Maps,
Funky Four + One,
Black Sheep,
Alphaville,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Delta 5,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
X-101,
Nation of Ulysses,
Joe Finger,
Eli Mardock,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Slits,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kenny Larkin,
The Sonics,
Tears for Fears,
Bronski Beat,
Jeff Mills,
Negative Approach,
Sister Nancy,
Barrington Levy,
48th St. Collective,
Maurizio,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.