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 Belgium and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Yaz to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pere Ubu,
New Order,
Minor Threat,
Spoonie Gee,
Rod Modell,
David Axelrod,
the Human League,
Maurizio,
Soul Sonic Force,
ABC,
The Electric Prunes,
Guru Guru,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Drexciya,
Mantronix,
Robert Hood,
The Detroit Cobras,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Surgeon,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Smog,
Funky Four + One,
Hashim,
Howard Jones,
David Bowie,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Dave Gahan,
Pantytec,
Boogie Down Productions,
Anthony Braxton,
Japan,
New Age Steppers,
Bobby Womack,
Faraquet,
The Birthday Party,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Tim Buckley,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Misunderstood,
Piero Umiliani,
The Monochrome Set,
The Count Five,
Massinfluence,
The Divine Comedy,
Eli Mardock,
The Fall,
Radiopuhelimet,
Harmonia,
Radio Birdman,
the Germs,
FM Einheit,
Black Bananas,
Kaleidoscope,
Sugar Minott,
K-Klass,
Mandrill,
Oneida,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.