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 Venezuela and from London.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Fat Boys to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Style. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
The Remains,
the Germs,
Interpol,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Aaron Thompson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Crime,
This Heat,
Harpers Bizarre,
Negative Approach,
Isaac Hayes,
Stereo Dub,
Alison Limerick,
Urselle,
Blancmange,
Basic Channel,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pharoah Sanders,
Mandrill,
Radiohead,
Magma,
Joyce Sims,
These Immortal Souls,
Jesper Dahlback,
Mad Mike,
Dave Gahan,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sun City Girls,
The Offenders,
Minnie Riperton,
The Index,
New Order,
John Foxx,
The Toasters,
Nas,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Saints,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pylon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Marvin Gaye,
Bang On A Can,
Warsaw,
Prince Buster,
DJ Sneak,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Frankie Knuckles,
Moebius,
Shuggie Otis,
Althea and Donna,
Lou Christie,
Bobby Womack,
Vladislav Delay,
Pere Ubu,
Bauhaus,
Black Pus,
The Wake,
Sonny Sharrock,
E-Dancer,
Mark Hollis,
Terry Callier,
Mars,
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.