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 Bahamas 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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Ornette Coleman to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
The Fire Engines,
The Barracudas,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Offenders,
Boredoms,
Marvin Gaye,
Black Pus,
Supertramp,
Scratch Acid,
Danielle Patucci,
ABBA,
Organ,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Tomorrow,
Michelle Simonal,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Faust,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Victims,
Radio Birdman,
Darondo,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Divine Comedy,
The Mojo Men,
B.T. Express,
Bush Tetras,
The Electric Prunes,
MDC,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kerrie Biddell,
Robert Wyatt,
The Kinks,
Y Pants,
Camouflage,
Glenn Branca,
The Gladiators,
Swell Maps,
New Age Steppers,
Severed Heads,
The Modern Lovers,
Q and Not U,
The Move,
Altered Images,
Tres Demented,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Drive Like Jehu,
The Raincoats,
Heaven 17,
Massinfluence,
Cecil Taylor,
Jacob Miller,
Aural Exciters,
Donald Byrd,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Erykah Badu,
The Evens,
Scan 7,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.