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 Botswana and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
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 Chris & Cosey to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
New Order,
Kevin Saunderson,
Unrelated Segments,
Livin' Joy,
Roxy Music,
B.T. Express,
Barbara Tucker,
ABC,
Arcadia,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Essential Logic,
the Normal,
Johnny Clarke,
Minny Pops,
Surgeon,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
EPMD,
Maleditus Sound,
Tropical Tobacco,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bill Near,
Dark Day,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Intrusion,
Howard Jones,
Monks,
Moebius,
Junior Murvin,
Arthur Verocai,
Pylon,
Lee Hazlewood,
Groovy Waters,
Sarah Menescal,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lalo Schifrin,
Stereo Dub,
Qualms,
David McCallum,
Amon Düül,
The Gories,
Youth Brigade,
Bronski Beat,
Idris Muhammad,
The Barracudas,
Chrome,
Banda Bassotti,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Tim Buckley,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Beau Brummels,
Colin Newman,
Sound Behaviour,
OOIOO,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Modern Lovers,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.