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 Belize and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
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 Alton Ellis to the funk 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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
Excepter,
Grandmaster Flash,
Throbbing Gristle,
Blake Baxter,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Vladislav Delay,
Drexciya,
The Raincoats,
Fugazi,
The Zeros,
MC5,
K-Klass,
Tropical Tobacco,
Amon Düül,
Minny Pops,
Television Personalities,
China Crisis,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Chris & Cosey,
Lakeside,
Masters at Work,
Jeru the Damaja,
James White and The Blacks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
UT,
Cal Tjader,
The Real Kids,
The Buckinghams,
Eli Mardock,
The Fortunes,
Rufus Thomas,
The Dead C,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Chris Corsano,
Tubeway Army,
The Moody Blues,
the Human League,
The Fall,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Index,
The Gap Band,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Guru Guru,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ossler,
Essential Logic,
the Sonics,
Steve Hackett,
The Remains,
Barry Ungar,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Misunderstood,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Martian,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.