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 Angola and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Soulsonic Force to the crunk 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
Chris & Cosey,
Crispian St. Peters,
Newcleus,
Country Teasers,
Funky Four + One,
Dave Gahan,
Silicon Teens,
Funkadelic,
Skarface,
Erasure,
Terrestrial Tones,
Nation of Ulysses,
Prince Buster,
Whodini,
MDC,
FM Einheit,
The Techniques,
X-102,
Pagans,
The Happenings,
Brass Construction,
Stereo Dub,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jeff Mills,
Moss Icon,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Warren Ellis,
Freddie Wadling,
Man Eating Sloth,
Chris Corsano,
Audionom,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Black Sheep,
Second Layer,
Procol Harum,
The J.B.'s,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Public Image Ltd.,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Index,
Black Bananas,
The Fall,
Scratch Acid,
UT,
Aaron Thompson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bush Tetras,
The Beau Brummels,
Animal Collective,
Peter & Gordon,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Cybotron,
the Germs,
Ten City,
Patti Smith,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Section 25,
The New Christs,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.