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 Kazakhstan and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Blake Baxter to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Saccharine Trust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Patti Smith,
Jacob Miller,
Cybotron,
Nick Fraelich,
Brick,
Gong,
Inner City,
The Kinks,
Crime,
Adolescents,
Amazonics,
The Real Kids,
the Soft Cell,
Anthony Braxton,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Mo-Dettes,
Dennis Brown,
Jandek,
The Names,
Lou Christie,
The Sound,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Blackbyrds,
The Blues Magoos,
Josef K,
The Shadows of Knight,
Matthew Halsall,
KRS-One,
The Beau Brummels,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Drive Like Jehu,
John Coltrane,
Malaria!,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Invisible,
The Music Machine,
Scientists,
The Offenders,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Television Personalities,
Ohio Players,
The Modern Lovers,
Qualms,
Black Pus,
Lakeside,
Eden Ahbez,
DJ Style,
Bobby Sherman,
Model 500,
Cal Tjader,
Moby Grape,
Robert Wyatt,
Sixth Finger,
Kevin Saunderson,
Todd Terry,
Crispian St. Peters,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.