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 Mauritania and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Michael McDonald 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 Pulsallama to the dance 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 The Vogues. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Newcleus,
Eve St. Jones,
Glenn Branca,
EPMD,
Average White Band,
The Fugs,
Pantytec,
MDC,
Ultimate Spinach,
Zero Boys,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Model 500,
cv313,
Eric Dolphy,
The Five Americans,
48th St. Collective,
New York Dolls,
Yusef Lateef,
Mars,
The Durutti Column,
Sonic Youth,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Tubeway Army,
UT,
Amon Düül,
New Order,
Iggy Pop,
Crash Course in Science,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Camouflage,
B.T. Express,
Ten City,
Dave Gahan,
Scott Walker,
The Misunderstood,
Byron Stingily,
Jawbox,
Rod Modell,
Todd Rundgren,
The Beau Brummels,
Mark Hollis,
Harry Pussy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Con Funk Shun,
Stiv Bators,
The Star Department,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Donald Byrd,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Echospace,
Essential Logic,
Mary Jane Girls,
Chrome,
Yazoo,
Organ,
The Smiths,
The Selecter,
Lebanon Hanover,
Delta 5,
Sister Nancy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.