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 Bulgaria and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the oboe 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 Sexual Harrassment to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
Camouflage,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Robert Görl,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Barracudas,
Big Daddy Kane,
Public Image Ltd.,
Throbbing Gristle,
Vladislav Delay,
the Slits,
Pagans,
Black Flag,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Arthur Verocai,
The Dead C,
Black Pus,
Cal Tjader,
Radio Birdman,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Marshall Jefferson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Vogues,
Cecil Taylor,
Colin Newman,
Gang Green,
Joy Division,
John Holt,
Magazine,
Pantytec,
Underground Resistance,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Dawn Penn,
Chris Corsano,
Tres Demented,
Minnie Riperton,
Soul Sonic Force,
The United States of America,
Lou Christie,
Country Joe & The Fish,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Nils Olav,
Frankie Knuckles,
Mars,
The Smoke,
Joe Smooth,
Sam Rivers,
MC5,
Mo-Dettes,
Visage,
Sister Nancy,
Erasure,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Scrapy,
The Star Department,
OOIOO,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Q65,
Monks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.