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 Iceland and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Chris & Cosey to the funk 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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays 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 theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
10cc,
Avey Tare,
Absolute Body Control,
X-102,
Heaven 17,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ornette Coleman,
Little Man,
Monolake,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The J.B.'s,
New Age Steppers,
Surgeon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Arab on Radar,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Blackbyrds,
Gichy Dan,
One Last Wish,
New York Dolls,
Q65,
PIL,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Iggy Pop,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sam Rivers,
Khruangbin,
La Düsseldorf,
Big Daddy Kane,
Aaron Thompson,
Organ,
B.T. Express,
Altered Images,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Red Krayola,
The Victims,
Banda Bassotti,
The Leaves,
AZ,
Erykah Badu,
Joe Finger,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pylon,
Siglo XX,
Eden Ahbez,
Eric Dolphy,
Rites of Spring,
The Trojans,
Dead Boys,
Gang Green,
Average White Band,
Outsiders,
Deepchord,
Joensuu 1685,
K-Klass,
Joe Smooth,
Severed Heads,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.