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 Ivory Coast and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Warsaw to the crunk 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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Shuggie Otis,
Bill Near,
Silicon Teens,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fatback Band,
The Misunderstood,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Trojans,
Organ,
The Mojo Men,
The Walker Brothers,
Scientists,
Whodini,
The Mummies,
Livin' Joy,
Eddi Front,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Henry Cow,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pole,
The Motions,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Minnie Riperton,
The Tremeloes,
The New Christs,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Erasure,
Cecil Taylor,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Music Machine,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lungfish,
Maleditus Sound,
The Neon Judgement,
Negative Approach,
Public Enemy,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Star Department,
Susan Cadogan,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sixth Finger,
Eve St. Jones,
Stiv Bators,
Marine Girls,
Charles Mingus,
Ludus,
The Cowsills,
The Gories,
One Last Wish,
Boredoms,
MC5,
This Heat,
David Bowie,
Black Moon,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rhythm & Sound,
Panda Bear,
The Divine Comedy,
Lightning Bolt,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.