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 Bahamas and from Milan.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Matthew Halsall to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
June Days,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rekid,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Sonics,
Electric Prunes,
Laurel Aitken,
Sugar Minott,
The Gladiators,
Sam Rivers,
Black Moon,
JFA,
David Bowie,
the Slits,
Bobby Womack,
Moby Grape,
F. McDonald,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Angry Samoans,
Livin' Joy,
Bobby Sherman,
Thee Headcoats,
John Holt,
Lakeside,
Delon & Dalcan,
10cc,
Matthew Bourne,
Crime,
Altered Images,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Blancmange,
Tubeway Army,
New York Dolls,
The Selecter,
The Misunderstood,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Names,
The Blackbyrds,
the Germs,
Skarface,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Alphaville,
Sound Behaviour,
The Seeds,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kerri Chandler,
Subhumans,
Monolake,
Scan 7,
Supertramp,
Brick,
Pussy Galore,
AZ,
Banda Bassotti,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fela Kuti,
The Saints,
FM Einheit,
World's Most,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Monochrome Set,
Harry Pussy,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.