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 Colombia 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 Tokyo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the güiro 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 Stetsasonic to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Neu!,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Zeros,
The Pretty Things,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kurtis Blow,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fatback Band,
Agent Orange,
Popol Vuh,
Mark Hollis,
Freddie Wadling,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Fat Boys,
Brothers Johnson,
Tomorrow,
Wally Richardson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Glenn Branca,
The Moleskins,
a-ha,
Sam Rivers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lakeside,
Amazonics,
Visage,
Cal Tjader,
Youth Brigade,
Interpol,
The Count Five,
Angry Samoans,
Kenny Larkin,
Ossler,
Vainqueur,
Television,
Soft Machine,
Eyeless In Gaza,
B.T. Express,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Buzzcocks,
The Selecter,
Dawn Penn,
The Monochrome Set,
Essential Logic,
Tom Boy,
John Lydon,
Pierre Henry,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Arcadia,
The Fortunes,
Carl Craig,
Ponytail,
Los Fastidios,
Liliput,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jawbox,
Radio Birdman,
Jesper Dahlback,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Unrelated Segments,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.