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 Dominica and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 Terrestrial Tones to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Stooges,
Nirvana,
Iggy Pop,
Davy DMX,
Connie Case,
Black Sheep,
Faust,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Shoche,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Brothers Johnson,
The Invisible,
Flipper,
Hot Snakes,
Joe Finger,
Japan,
Bob Dylan,
The Knickerbockers,
Blossom Toes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Yazoo,
Aural Exciters,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Toni Rubio,
The Sonics,
Nico,
PIL,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Gladiators,
Eli Mardock,
Mars,
Barrington Levy,
the Association,
Kurtis Blow,
Accadde A,
Ituana,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Das Ding,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ken Boothe,
Intrusion,
Lindisfarne,
Avey Tare,
The Dead C,
DJ Style,
Marc Almond,
Carl Craig,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Durutti Column,
Black Moon,
kango's stein massive,
The Last Poets,
Visage,
The Vogues,
Marcia Griffiths,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fear,
Crispian St. Peters,
Zero Boys,
Gregory Isaacs,
Hardrive,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.