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 United Kingdom and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the güiro 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 MDC to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Yusef Lateef,
The Real Kids,
One Last Wish,
Erykah Badu,
Gil Scott Heron,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pere Ubu,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Qualms,
a-ha,
Kayak,
Fifty Foot Hose,
K-Klass,
Vladislav Delay,
The Invisible,
Marine Girls,
Glenn Branca,
T. Rex,
the Soft Cell,
Roxy Music,
Minutemen,
The Moleskins,
Supertramp,
Arthur Verocai,
Zero Boys,
Depeche Mode,
The United States of America,
Deadbeat,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Make Up,
The Toasters,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Monochrome Set,
The Saints,
Letta Mbulu,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pierre Henry,
Tres Demented,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Steve Hackett,
Arab on Radar,
Eric Dolphy,
Joy Division,
Radio Birdman,
ABBA,
Pulsallama,
Desert Stars,
Tomorrow,
Sonic Youth,
The Dead C,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kool Moe Dee,
Johnny Clarke,
Magma,
Moss Icon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Audionom,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.