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 Benin and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 mellotron 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
Glambeats Corp.,
Radiopuhelimet,
Matthew Halsall,
Pussy Galore,
Cecil Taylor,
The Seeds,
Q and Not U,
Con Funk Shun,
Nico,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Malaria!,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Todd Rundgren,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ultra Naté,
Bang On A Can,
Crispian St. Peters,
Faraquet,
Archie Shepp,
The Doors,
Cal Tjader,
Barbara Tucker,
Franke,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fela Kuti,
Make Up,
The Moleskins,
The Mummies,
Sarah Menescal,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Alton Ellis,
Organ,
Nation of Ulysses,
Skarface,
Kurtis Blow,
Mission of Burma,
Shoche,
Skriet,
Boredoms,
Siglo XX,
the Slits,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Main Source,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Glenn Branca,
Ten City,
Byron Stingily,
Lakeside,
The Knickerbockers,
Jerry's Kids,
Animal Collective,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Eli Mardock,
Zero Boys,
Hoover,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Scientists,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.