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 Marshall Islands and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 808 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 Anthony Braxton to the punk 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
Alton Ellis,
Masters at Work,
Joensuu 1685,
Accadde A,
A Certain Ratio,
KRS-One,
EPMD,
UT,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Yusef Lateef,
Tears for Fears,
Eli Mardock,
Pagans,
Scratch Acid,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sonny Sharrock,
Tomorrow,
Ice-T,
Frankie Knuckles,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Unrelated Segments,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Peter & Gordon,
Bootsy Collins,
Liliput,
Depeche Mode,
New Age Steppers,
Franke,
T. Rex,
Severed Heads,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Toasters,
The Young Rascals,
Gang Starr,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Count Five,
The Cowsills,
Angry Samoans,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
New Order,
La Düsseldorf,
The Sonics,
The Red Krayola,
Aloha Tigers,
Minny Pops,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bronski Beat,
Robert Hood,
Cecil Taylor,
Crime,
The Raincoats,
the Sonics,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sam Rivers,
Harry Pussy,
Joe Finger,
Tres Demented,
Arab on Radar,
Flamin' Groovies,
John Foxx,
Yazoo,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.