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 Andorra and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 sitar 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 cv313 to the grunge 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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Sonics,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Danielle Patucci,
The Associates,
The United States of America,
Groovy Waters,
Soft Machine,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
kango's stein massive,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Walker Brothers,
The Smiths,
The Skatalites,
CMW,
Pulsallama,
Funky Four + One,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rod Modell,
Duran Duran,
MDC,
Aswad,
La Düsseldorf,
Peter and Kerry,
The Black Dice,
Amon Düül,
The Techniques,
Blossom Toes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Slits,
Animal Collective,
Scientists,
The Music Machine,
Sight & Sound,
Intrusion,
The Monks,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rites of Spring,
Pagans,
X-Ray Spex,
Alison Limerick,
Bootsy Collins,
Moby Grape,
Spoonie Gee,
The Invisible,
Minutemen,
Banda Bassotti,
Albert Ayler,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Red Krayola,
Michelle Simonal,
X-102,
Isaac Hayes,
Audionom,
The American Breed,
Sarah Menescal,
Prince Buster,
Dorothy Ashby,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.