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 Turkey and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Zeros 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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bizarre Inc.,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Martian,
Tomorrow,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The American Breed,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Scan 7,
The Happenings,
Charles Mingus,
One Last Wish,
Rakim,
Visage,
Rosa Yemen,
Jeff Mills,
Magazine,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
48th St. Collective,
Crash Course in Science,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Velvet Underground,
Flash Fearless,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Dead C,
Deepchord,
Fluxion,
Archie Shepp,
Magma,
The Leaves,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Mojo Men,
Man Parrish,
Ultimate Spinach,
Country Teasers,
Cybotron,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Names,
Gang Gang Dance,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Heaven 17,
Joe Smooth,
The Motions,
Maurizio,
Leonard Cohen,
Young Marble Giants,
Soul II Soul,
Lindisfarne,
Boogie Down Productions,
Loose Ends,
Icehouse,
Faraquet,
Sparks,
Wally Richardson,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.