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 Macedonia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Ossler to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lucky Dragons,
Ice-T,
Television,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Archie Shepp,
The Mummies,
Niagra,
Oblivians,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Andrew Hill,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Invisible,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ponytail,
Unwound,
Bobby Sherman,
Johnny Clarke,
Delon & Dalcan,
Wolf Eyes,
Franke,
Echospace,
10cc,
The Gun Club,
E-Dancer,
Roy Ayers,
Swell Maps,
Severed Heads,
Yusef Lateef,
The New Christs,
Sister Nancy,
Simply Red,
Moby Grape,
Letta Mbulu,
Youth Brigade,
Todd Rundgren,
Das Ding,
Ralphi Rosario,
Technova,
The Wake,
The Fuzztones,
Danielle Patucci,
Symarip,
Theoretical Girls,
Neu!,
Inner City,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Darondo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Avey Tare,
World's Most,
Radiopuhelimet,
Maurizio,
Don Cherry,
Hardrive,
Whodini,
Sixth Finger,
Al Stewart,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.