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 Georgia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Halsall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Quando Quango,
Make Up,
DNA,
The Barracudas,
Ten City,
Skarface,
The Detroit Cobras,
Surgeon,
Darondo,
The Real Kids,
Nick Fraelich,
The Associates,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Brand Nubian,
Althea and Donna,
Rekid,
D'Angelo,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
cv313,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Dawn Penn,
Slick Rick,
Matthew Bourne,
Freddie Wadling,
Los Fastidios,
Agitation Free,
Wings,
The Gun Club,
Ituana,
Suburban Knight,
Drive Like Jehu,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Johnny Clarke,
Moebius,
Roxette,
John Holt,
Deadbeat,
Guru Guru,
Cal Tjader,
Hot Snakes,
Bill Wells,
Blossom Toes,
Chrome,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sexual Harrassment,
Black Sheep,
Alice Coltrane,
Stereo Dub,
Black Pus,
Franke,
Arcadia,
X-Ray Spex,
K-Klass,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pere Ubu,
Graham Central Station,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Searchers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gil Scott Heron,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.