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 Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
48th St. Collective,
The Blackbyrds,
Jeff Mills,
Talk Talk,
Letta Mbulu,
Boogie Down Productions,
Flipper,
Livin' Joy,
MDC,
Q65,
Pharoah Sanders,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Standells,
Hoover,
Second Layer,
LL Cool J,
Duran Duran,
AZ,
Half Japanese,
The Neon Judgement,
Brass Construction,
Cluster,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Monochrome Set,
Judy Mowatt,
The American Breed,
Lungfish,
Tears for Fears,
Pantytec,
Q and Not U,
Young Marble Giants,
June Days,
Bill Near,
Adolescents,
Eden Ahbez,
David Axelrod,
Blake Baxter,
Heaven 17,
Don Cherry,
Sun Ra,
Spoonie Gee,
Ralphi Rosario,
Thompson Twins,
Crash Course in Science,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Fugazi,
Rosa Yemen,
Wally Richardson,
Marc Almond,
The Smiths,
Nico,
John Coltrane,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Slave,
Mary Jane Girls,
Con Funk Shun,
The Grass Roots,
Scott Walker,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.