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 Ethiopia and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 chamberlin 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 Cal Tjader to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour 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?
Anakelly,
Wolf Eyes,
Fugazi,
Groovy Waters,
Schoolly D,
Pussy Galore,
Ossler,
Chris & Cosey,
Index,
Sister Nancy,
Model 500,
The Gladiators,
Wally Richardson,
Mo-Dettes,
Angry Samoans,
Josef K,
Make Up,
David McCallum,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Urselle,
Grey Daturas,
Roxy Music,
Second Layer,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Invisible,
Prince Buster,
Dave Gahan,
Man Parrish,
Derrick Morgan,
The Last Poets,
Y Pants,
The Victims,
Pantaleimon,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Joy Division,
Moss Icon,
Silicon Teens,
Amon Düül,
Lungfish,
Scion,
Country Teasers,
Matthew Halsall,
The Stooges,
New Order,
Japan,
Babytalk,
Blake Baxter,
kango's stein massive,
Severed Heads,
The New Christs,
FM Einheit,
Rakim,
Surgeon,
Roxette,
The Star Department,
Peter & Gordon,
Malaria!,
David Bowie,
Vainqueur,
Unwound,
R.M.O.,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.