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 Switzerland and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 organ 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 Ralphi Rosario 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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
Talk Talk,
Quadrant,
Moss Icon,
Guru Guru,
Agent Orange,
DJ Style,
The Techniques,
Negative Approach,
The Offenders,
CMW,
Soft Machine,
Barrington Levy,
Ohio Players,
Arab on Radar,
Charles Mingus,
the Swans,
ABC,
the Slits,
Todd Terry,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fort Wilson Riot,
R.M.O.,
Tom Boy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lightning Bolt,
Davy DMX,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Real Kids,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bobby Womack,
Babytalk,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Youth Brigade,
MC5,
Janne Schatter,
Matthew Bourne,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Victims,
Mr. Review,
Qualms,
X-102,
John Holt,
Carl Craig,
X-Ray Spex,
Harpers Bizarre,
Camberwell Now,
Hasil Adkins,
Lindisfarne,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Human League,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rites of Spring,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Searchers,
Saccharine Trust,
Quantec,
Half Japanese,
The Move,
Little Man,
June of 44,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.