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 South Africa and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Cairo.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the rap 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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gang Gang Dance,
Max Romeo,
The Slits,
Jacob Miller,
The Alarm Clocks,
June Days,
Erykah Badu,
Roxy Music,
Livin' Joy,
Talk Talk,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Silicon Teens,
Howard Jones,
EPMD,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Swans,
Underground Resistance,
Shuggie Otis,
The Skatalites,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Zeros,
DNA,
Juan Atkins,
The Techniques,
David Bowie,
The Pretty Things,
Qualms,
Sister Nancy,
X-101,
Darondo,
Urselle,
Terrestrial Tones,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jacques Brel,
Robert Hood,
The Names,
Rufus Thomas,
The Fugs,
Carl Craig,
Bobby Byrd,
Alice Coltrane,
Little Man,
Rapeman,
Matthew Halsall,
Lakeside,
DJ Style,
Glenn Branca,
Harmonia,
Spoonie Gee,
Kurtis Blow,
The Star Department,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Q and Not U,
Pantytec,
LL Cool J,
Von Mondo,
Bang On A Can,
Robert Wyatt,
Cecil Taylor,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade.
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.