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 South Africa and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Angry Samoans to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
Gang Green,
Harpers Bizarre,
Chrome,
Jacob Miller,
Cecil Taylor,
Funkadelic,
The Mummies,
The Birthday Party,
The Red Krayola,
Newcleus,
Sonic Youth,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Busters,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Dennis Brown,
Faraquet,
Man Eating Sloth,
Arcadia,
Kayak,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Trojans,
The Music Machine,
The Happenings,
Moby Grape,
FM Einheit,
Massinfluence,
Absolute Body Control,
Mission of Burma,
Unrelated Segments,
Henry Cow,
Dual Sessions,
Moss Icon,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
David Bowie,
Qualms,
Godley & Creme,
The Vogues,
Pussy Galore,
Yazoo,
The Dave Clark Five,
New Order,
The Residents,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ronan,
The Smiths,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
JFA,
New Age Steppers,
Nick Fraelich,
Ituana,
Sex Pistols,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Kinks,
Heaven 17,
The Grass Roots,
Todd Terry,
Smog,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Scientists,
Little Man,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.