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 United Kingdom and from Hong Kong.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Joe Finger to the rap 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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Litter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bauhaus,
Bronski Beat,
The Sonics,
Brick,
Reuben Wilson,
Scion,
Ludus,
Trumans Water,
Maurizio,
Fugazi,
The Invisible,
Ornette Coleman,
Black Pus,
The Modern Lovers,
Animal Collective,
Interpol,
Bobby Sherman,
Warren Ellis,
Blake Baxter,
Dave Gahan,
Duran Duran,
Whodini,
The Searchers,
Harry Pussy,
Flipper,
Pharoah Sanders,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ituana,
Cymande,
Country Teasers,
Minnie Riperton,
Underground Resistance,
Rhythm & Sound,
Flamin' Groovies,
Hot Snakes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Tim Buckley,
Curtis Mayfield,
FM Einheit,
The Stooges,
Reagan Youth,
Soul II Soul,
New Order,
Davy DMX,
Black Moon,
L. Decosne,
Danielle Patucci,
Easy Going,
Depeche Mode,
Graham Central Station,
Von Mondo,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The J.B.'s,
Brand Nubian,
Yusef Lateef,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Soulsonic Force,
Popol Vuh,
The Blues Magoos,
kango's stein massive,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.