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 Taiwan and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 mellotron 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 Ludus to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
A Certain Ratio,
Country Teasers,
Fluxion,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Electric Prunes,
Los Fastidios,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Deakin,
Sister Nancy,
The United States of America,
Pharoah Sanders,
Faust,
Connie Case,
Yusef Lateef,
The Index,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mars,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Cramps,
The Trojans,
Kevin Saunderson,
Girls At Our Best!,
Cluster,
Bauhaus,
The Gun Club,
U.S. Maple,
The Selecter,
OOIOO,
Depeche Mode,
The Remains,
Trumans Water,
Gabor Szabo,
Bobby Byrd,
Loose Ends,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Brass Construction,
Icehouse,
Graham Central Station,
The Gap Band,
Radio Birdman,
the Bar-Kays,
Peter & Gordon,
Public Enemy,
Todd Terry,
Cheater Slicks,
Fear,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Searchers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Smoke,
The Zeros,
The Vogues,
Sonic Youth,
Alice Coltrane,
Vladislav Delay,
Wings,
Bobby Sherman,
D'Angelo,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.