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 Montenegro and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
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 Radiohead to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Moss Icon,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rakim,
Sight & Sound,
Masters at Work,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pantytec,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Crispian St. Peters,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Radiohead,
Swell Maps,
OOIOO,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Con Funk Shun,
Lakeside,
Scientists,
The Young Rascals,
Kevin Saunderson,
Oblivians,
Scott Walker,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
X-101,
Talk Talk,
8 Eyed Spy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ralphi Rosario,
Crime,
Rekid,
John Cale,
In Retrospect,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ken Boothe,
48th St. Collective,
The Dirtbombs,
Siglo XX,
Joe Smooth,
Simply Red,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Slits,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Morten Harket,
Outsiders,
The Mojo Men,
Reuben Wilson,
Joensuu 1685,
D'Angelo,
David McCallum,
Bluetip,
Gichy Dan,
Alton Ellis,
Freddie Wadling,
Joe Finger,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.