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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Pharoah Sanders to the jazz 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 The Associates. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
Eric Copeland,
Albert Ayler,
Unwound,
Reuben Wilson,
Basic Channel,
Magma,
Soft Cell,
Chris Corsano,
Technova,
Andrew Hill,
The Modern Lovers,
Echospace,
The Electric Prunes,
Jerry's Kids,
The Beau Brummels,
Television Personalities,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Monks,
Brick,
Average White Band,
Laurel Aitken,
Dawn Penn,
Jandek,
The Doors,
The Index,
Public Enemy,
Schoolly D,
Sun Ra,
Hot Snakes,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ten City,
The Litter,
Talk Talk,
Moby Grape,
Morten Harket,
Groovy Waters,
Skarface,
CMW,
Simply Red,
Gang Starr,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Amazonics,
Second Layer,
Excepter,
Eurythmics,
Brand Nubian,
Underground Resistance,
Faust,
The Smoke,
MC5,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bluetip,
Todd Rundgren,
Subhumans,
Yellowson,
The Flesh Eaters,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
KRS-One,
the Human League,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.