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 Dominican Republic and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 808 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 Swell Maps to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum 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 güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
Tres Demented,
Eve St. Jones,
Rekid,
Lungfish,
Clear Light,
Reuben Wilson,
The Count Five,
Underground Resistance,
Matthew Halsall,
Bang On A Can,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Soft Machine,
Bill Wells,
F. McDonald,
Moebius,
Inner City,
The Happenings,
Harry Pussy,
PIL,
EPMD,
The Searchers,
Minor Threat,
Schoolly D,
Subhumans,
Groovy Waters,
The Knickerbockers,
Wire,
The Fuzztones,
Carl Craig,
Avey Tare,
Electric Prunes,
Lucky Dragons,
Fad Gadget,
Crime,
Liliput,
Organ,
Marmalade,
Grauzone,
Echospace,
Big Daddy Kane,
Masters at Work,
Kaleidoscope,
John Foxx,
Freddie Wadling,
Cheater Slicks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Patti Smith,
Ice-T,
The Slackers,
Qualms,
Anthony Braxton,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
DNA,
Quadrant,
UT,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lakeside,
the Germs,
Janne Schatter,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Donny Hathaway,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.