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 Austria and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Tropical Tobacco to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
Joey Negro,
Pere Ubu,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Cecil Taylor,
Barbara Tucker,
X-101,
Liliput,
Procol Harum,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eric B and Rakim,
Terry Callier,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
John Holt,
Amon Düül II,
The Skatalites,
The United States of America,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Young Marble Giants,
Mission of Burma,
Desert Stars,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Modern Lovers,
The Angels of Light,
The Knickerbockers,
The Invisible,
Sun City Girls,
UT,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bush Tetras,
The Moleskins,
The Last Poets,
David Axelrod,
Dawn Penn,
Main Source,
Theoretical Girls,
Jawbox,
Banda Bassotti,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Black Sheep,
Ice-T,
Jesper Dahlback,
Warsaw,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Moby Grape,
Lee Hazlewood,
Crispy Ambulance,
Drexciya,
Matthew Halsall,
Kaleidoscope,
The Busters,
Roxette,
Drive Like Jehu,
Dark Day,
Easy Going,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rosa Yemen,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Juan Atkins,
Quando Quango,
Steve Hackett,
Kurtis Blow,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.