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 East Timor and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Procol Harum to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Tremeloes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Neu!,
Jacques Brel,
Michelle Simonal,
Barbara Tucker,
The Doors,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ohio Players,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Leonard Cohen,
The Offenders,
Soul II Soul,
The Dead C,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sugar Minott,
Minnie Riperton,
Stereo Dub,
Mantronix,
Oblivians,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Dorothy Ashby,
Visage,
Barrington Levy,
Alison Limerick,
Black Sheep,
Severed Heads,
Organ,
Ornette Coleman,
Royal Trux,
Underground Resistance,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Birthday Party,
June Days,
Tears for Fears,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Monks,
Prince Buster,
Nas,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Moebius,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Von Mondo,
Cluster,
Amazonics,
kango's stein massive,
Siglo XX,
The Detroit Cobras,
David Axelrod,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Urselle,
the Slits,
Country Teasers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Boz Scaggs,
Bob Dylan,
Heaven 17,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.