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 Nigeria and from Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba 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 Mantronix to the techno 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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC 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 '80s 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 the Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
The Dead C,
Ludus,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Cowsills,
Scrapy,
Leonard Cohen,
L. Decosne,
E-Dancer,
Quando Quango,
Sonic Youth,
The Martian,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Groovy Waters,
Mantronix,
Matthew Bourne,
the Fania All-Stars,
Radiopuhelimet,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pussy Galore,
the Slits,
Ultra Naté,
X-102,
Anthony Braxton,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Duran Duran,
John Foxx,
One Last Wish,
Boredoms,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gastr Del Sol,
Cluster,
Los Fastidios,
Byron Stingily,
Dawn Penn,
Peter and Kerry,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Angels of Light,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Simply Red,
Drexciya,
Rites of Spring,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Offenders,
KRS-One,
Infiniti,
Eli Mardock,
These Immortal Souls,
Sun City Girls,
Whodini,
Television Personalities,
Bobby Byrd,
In Retrospect,
Easy Going,
Swell Maps,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Wally Richardson,
Brick,
Crime,
Wings,
Cymande,
Magazine,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.