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 Niger and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Milan.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the guitar 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 Amazonics to the grime 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 The Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club 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 an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
Bill Near,
The Gladiators,
Traffic Nightmare,
B.T. Express,
The Standells,
The Blues Magoos,
Pharoah Sanders,
Dark Day,
Saccharine Trust,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lalo Schifrin,
The United States of America,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lalann,
Blancmange,
The Saints,
The Cramps,
Porter Ricks,
John Cale,
DJ Style,
Suburban Knight,
Ornette Coleman,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kevin Saunderson,
FM Einheit,
The Monochrome Set,
Ken Boothe,
Patti Smith,
Ralphi Rosario,
Wasted Youth,
Connie Case,
Eli Mardock,
Soul II Soul,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Roy Ayers,
Ohio Players,
Ultra Naté,
Darondo,
Delta 5,
Liliput,
Grauzone,
48th St. Collective,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lucky Dragons,
the Normal,
Neu!,
Stereo Dub,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Dennis Brown,
Soft Machine,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Techniques,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Angels of Light,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.