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 Panama and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lille.
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 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 Kevin Saunderson to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Tim Buckley,
Tres Demented,
Zero Boys,
Jacob Miller,
Skaos,
The Birthday Party,
MDC,
Ossler,
Angry Samoans,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Smiths,
Blossom Toes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Cameo,
Reagan Youth,
Japan,
T.S.O.L.,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Aural Exciters,
Sparks,
Delon & Dalcan,
Joensuu 1685,
Hashim,
Fat Boys,
Faust,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Big Daddy Kane,
Mr. Review,
Livin' Joy,
David McCallum,
Warren Ellis,
the Normal,
Bizarre Inc.,
F. McDonald,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Cowsills,
Black Sheep,
Lee Hazlewood,
Scratch Acid,
Ken Boothe,
FM Einheit,
Byron Stingily,
Oblivians,
Robert Wyatt,
Minor Threat,
Crime,
Todd Terry,
The Young Rascals,
The Monochrome Set,
Marine Girls,
John Holt,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ultimate Spinach,
Anakelly,
June of 44,
Throbbing Gristle,
Scientists,
The Leaves,
Gang of Four,
Maleditus Sound,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.