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 Brunei and from London.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Portland.
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 chamberlin 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 Associates to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jandek record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
Motorama,
Inner City,
Cybotron,
Todd Terry,
Bad Manners,
LL Cool J,
Amon Düül II,
The Gap Band,
The Wake,
Von Mondo,
T.S.O.L.,
These Immortal Souls,
Buzzcocks,
Main Source,
Flash Fearless,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Last Poets,
The Cowsills,
ABBA,
The Modern Lovers,
Crooked Eye,
Albert Ayler,
Q65,
48th St. Collective,
Brick,
Television Personalities,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Q and Not U,
La Düsseldorf,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sparks,
Siglo XX,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bobby Byrd,
Prince Buster,
Morten Harket,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Idris Muhammad,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Walker Brothers,
FM Einheit,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Section 25,
Freddie Wadling,
Youth Brigade,
Mr. Review,
Public Enemy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Black Moon,
The Sonics,
Mars,
The Black Dice,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Throbbing Gristle,
Reagan Youth,
Animal Collective,
Make Up,
Deakin,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.