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 Cuba and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 The Leaves to the rap 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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Goldenarms,
Lalo Schifrin,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Evens,
Kevin Saunderson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gil Scott Heron,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Nirvana,
the Normal,
Roger Hodgson,
Metal Thangz,
Alton Ellis,
June of 44,
Ornette Coleman,
Derrick Morgan,
Quantec,
Pagans,
Theoretical Girls,
Tropical Tobacco,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Fortunes,
Idris Muhammad,
Television,
The Techniques,
Groovy Waters,
The Moody Blues,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rotary Connection,
Brass Construction,
The Zeros,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jeru the Damaja,
Make Up,
This Heat,
Motorama,
Accadde A,
Grauzone,
Drexciya,
Althea and Donna,
Grandmaster Flash,
T. Rex,
Fear,
Pantytec,
Tears for Fears,
Can,
FM Einheit,
Nick Fraelich,
Siglo XX,
Chris Corsano,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Marmalade,
John Foxx,
Kenny Larkin,
The Blackbyrds,
Vainqueur,
The Angels of Light,
Oneida,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.