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 Iraq and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Residents to the disco 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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Altered Images,
Tropical Tobacco,
Metal Thangz,
Rites of Spring,
Brand Nubian,
Connie Case,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Grauzone,
The Sound,
Patti Smith,
Jacob Miller,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Dead C,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Arcadia,
Quando Quango,
The Dirtbombs,
Marc Almond,
Byron Stingily,
Thompson Twins,
ABC,
Lalo Schifrin,
Desert Stars,
Sixth Finger,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rosa Yemen,
T.S.O.L.,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Camberwell Now,
Yellowson,
The United States of America,
Tubeway Army,
Goldenarms,
The Modern Lovers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gang Green,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pere Ubu,
The Beau Brummels,
Half Japanese,
The Tremeloes,
Scan 7,
The Mojo Men,
Pagans,
Jeff Mills,
Howard Jones,
Mr. Review,
Ornette Coleman,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Junior Murvin,
Rufus Thomas,
Lakeside,
Youth Brigade,
Panda Bear,
Minny Pops,
Aural Exciters,
Barbara Tucker,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.