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 Liberia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 marimba 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 The Seeds to the grime 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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Robert Hood,
The Red Krayola,
Fela Kuti,
June Days,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sällskapet,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Albert Ayler,
The Last Poets,
The Leaves,
Second Layer,
Lyres,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Residents,
Ten City,
PIL,
Erasure,
Alton Ellis,
Kurtis Blow,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Faust,
48th St. Collective,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Liliput,
Rites of Spring,
Dave Gahan,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Gladiators,
Mark Hollis,
Lightning Bolt,
Lindisfarne,
Quando Quango,
Soft Cell,
Dawn Penn,
Basic Channel,
Joyce Sims,
Can,
Jawbox,
The Trojans,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Throbbing Gristle,
Y Pants,
Man Eating Sloth,
Toni Rubio,
Pantytec,
Gang Green,
Schoolly D,
Vainqueur,
The Dirtbombs,
Freddie Wadling,
Siglo XX,
Procol Harum,
Jandek,
Accadde A,
Graham Central Station,
Ken Boothe,
Scott Walker,
L. Decosne,
La Düsseldorf,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.