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 Mauritania and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Massinfluence 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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
Can,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Alarm Clocks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Count Five,
John Cale,
Bluetip,
Soft Machine,
The Dave Clark Five,
Excepter,
Barrington Levy,
Matthew Halsall,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Maurizio,
The American Breed,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Piero Umiliani,
Stockholm Monsters,
Fear,
Joensuu 1685,
Shoche,
Vladislav Delay,
Technova,
The Names,
Electric Prunes,
Soul II Soul,
Dorothy Ashby,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jeff Mills,
48th St. Collective,
Skarface,
Lou Reed,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Robert Görl,
Skriet,
Yusef Lateef,
The United States of America,
Brass Construction,
Gang of Four,
Grandmaster Flash,
Curtis Mayfield,
Moebius,
Minnie Riperton,
Interpol,
Bronski Beat,
kango's stein massive,
Tim Buckley,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Talk Talk,
Amon Düül II,
Masters at Work,
Theoretical Girls,
Ralphi Rosario,
Suicide,
Black Sheep,
Metal Thangz,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.