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 Ireland and from Halifax.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Cecil Taylor to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Public Enemy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pylon,
Black Moon,
Crispy Ambulance,
Angry Samoans,
Electric Prunes,
The Fire Engines,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Normal,
Malaria!,
Eric B and Rakim,
Chrome,
The Stooges,
Fela Kuti,
Bush Tetras,
Connie Case,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lou Christie,
Spandau Ballet,
James White and The Blacks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Swans,
Vainqueur,
Ohio Players,
Shoche,
The Birthday Party,
Pantaleimon,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Faraquet,
Soul Sonic Force,
Scientists,
Grandmaster Flash,
Tears for Fears,
Rites of Spring,
Sandy B,
Young Marble Giants,
Black Sheep,
The Dead C,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The United States of America,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Wolf Eyes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Moby Grape,
Judy Mowatt,
The Cramps,
Johnny Osbourne,
Oblivians,
Throbbing Gristle,
ABC,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Martian,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Cybotron,
Jesper Dahlback,
Grauzone,
Lightning Bolt,
Newcleus,
Freddie Wadling,
Godley & Creme,
Stockholm Monsters,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.