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 Nauru and from Woodstock.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Ten City to the rap 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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Last Poets,
Archie Shepp,
Byron Stingily,
Frankie Knuckles,
H. Thieme,
The Electric Prunes,
Unwound,
Amon Düül II,
John Lydon,
Drexciya,
Lucky Dragons,
Black Sheep,
Aaron Thompson,
Alton Ellis,
Rhythm & Sound,
James White and The Blacks,
Grey Daturas,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Fortunes,
Liliput,
Matthew Halsall,
Black Flag,
The Toasters,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Davy DMX,
F. McDonald,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kaleidoscope,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bluetip,
Rotary Connection,
Parry Music,
CMW,
The Golliwogs,
Ornette Coleman,
The Cure,
Visage,
Unrelated Segments,
Magma,
Loose Ends,
Girls At Our Best!,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Roger Hodgson,
The Moody Blues,
Au Pairs,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Black Moon,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lightning Bolt,
The Young Rascals,
Camouflage,
Bobby Womack,
The Alarm Clocks,
Reuben Wilson,
The Cramps,
Isaac Hayes,
The Dead C,
Maleditus Sound,
Nirvana,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.