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-Bissau and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 synthesizer 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 Bob Dylan to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
Davy DMX,
cv313,
Average White Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Delta 5,
K-Klass,
Supertramp,
The Five Americans,
Dual Sessions,
Gregory Isaacs,
Thee Headcoats,
The Litter,
The Flesh Eaters,
Mark Hollis,
Bauhaus,
the Sonics,
Spandau Ballet,
Roy Ayers,
Symarip,
Pet Shop Boys,
Mars,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Frankie Knuckles,
Suburban Knight,
Sister Nancy,
Radio Birdman,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Peter and Kerry,
Aswad,
Wire,
Bobby Womack,
Guru Guru,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Alison Limerick,
John Cale,
Vladislav Delay,
Godley & Creme,
Nation of Ulysses,
Scion,
The Dead C,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Electric Prunes,
The Barracudas,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
World's Most,
Parry Music,
Intrusion,
Amazonics,
Moss Icon,
Bobby Byrd,
The Residents,
Youth Brigade,
Johnny Osbourne,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.