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 Yemen and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 clarinet 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
Black Flag,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kool Moe Dee,
Davy DMX,
Siglo XX,
The Birthday Party,
Hasil Adkins,
OOIOO,
The Saints,
kango's stein massive,
Warren Ellis,
Cal Tjader,
Anthony Braxton,
Kevin Saunderson,
Michelle Simonal,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
JFA,
Gregory Isaacs,
Accadde A,
Johnny Osbourne,
Roy Ayers,
The Raincoats,
The Durutti Column,
Barrington Levy,
Wally Richardson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Joensuu 1685,
Scrapy,
Slick Rick,
Donald Byrd,
Skriet,
The Five Americans,
Echospace,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Second Layer,
The Motions,
The Star Department,
KRS-One,
Porter Ricks,
Rites of Spring,
the Normal,
Banda Bassotti,
Organ,
Can,
Black Bananas,
DJ Style,
Supertramp,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Stockholm Monsters,
Swans,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Depeche Mode,
Japan,
Minny Pops,
Babytalk,
The Angels of Light,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.