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 Brazil and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 sitar 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 The Dave Clark Five to the grime 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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
Parry Music,
Nick Fraelich,
New York Dolls,
Reuben Wilson,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Hardrive,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Moody Blues,
Animal Collective,
The Trojans,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Tears for Fears,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ralphi Rosario,
Television,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Kinks,
Altered Images,
Piero Umiliani,
Soulsonic Force,
Pharoah Sanders,
Procol Harum,
X-102,
Ice-T,
MC5,
Derrick Morgan,
Throbbing Gristle,
Subhumans,
T. Rex,
Funkadelic,
Audionom,
Pulsallama,
T.S.O.L.,
Agitation Free,
Bob Dylan,
Scott Walker,
Popol Vuh,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Faust,
Leonard Cohen,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Whodini,
Bill Near,
Swans,
EPMD,
Motorama,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Eyeless In Gaza,
PIL,
Aswad,
Alison Limerick,
The Seeds,
Robert Hood,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
UT,
Kurtis Blow,
Crooked Eye,
Kas Product,
Negative Approach,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.