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 Guinea and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Dennis Brown to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
Carl Craig,
Bauhaus,
Sandy B,
Nils Olav,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
8 Eyed Spy,
Q and Not U,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Banda Bassotti,
Popol Vuh,
Alice Coltrane,
ABC,
Tears for Fears,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Dark Day,
Mantronix,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Amon Düül,
Crash Course in Science,
Lungfish,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bob Dylan,
Robert Görl,
Susan Cadogan,
EPMD,
Peter & Gordon,
UT,
Jeru the Damaja,
Zero Boys,
Interpol,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
James White and The Blacks,
Radiopuhelimet,
a-ha,
The Electric Prunes,
the Sonics,
Wolf Eyes,
Magazine,
Nik Kershaw,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
These Immortal Souls,
Jerry's Kids,
Curtis Mayfield,
K-Klass,
Sight & Sound,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Deepchord,
F. McDonald,
Aswad,
The Invisible,
Jeff Lynne,
The Five Americans,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Letta Mbulu,
KRS-One,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.