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 Brazil and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 David McCallum 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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Bang On A Can,
The Grass Roots,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Faust,
Jerry's Kids,
The Move,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Unrelated Segments,
Technova,
Crispian St. Peters,
Fad Gadget,
Hoover,
Rites of Spring,
The Human League,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pantytec,
Clear Light,
Henry Cow,
Moby Grape,
Eden Ahbez,
Pharoah Sanders,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Organ,
China Crisis,
Amon Düül,
Sugar Minott,
Tom Boy,
Dual Sessions,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Gap Band,
Graham Central Station,
Toni Rubio,
Robert Görl,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ludus,
Alice Coltrane,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Derrick Morgan,
Outsiders,
Matthew Bourne,
Roy Ayers,
Danielle Patucci,
Morten Harket,
Jeff Lynne,
Guru Guru,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Nils Olav,
The Cramps,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Radiopuhelimet,
Yazoo,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Skarface,
D'Angelo,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rufus Thomas,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.