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 Seychelles and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 sitar 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 The Move to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip 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 mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
The Knickerbockers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Frankie Knuckles,
Max Romeo,
T.S.O.L.,
Sun Ra,
Deepchord,
Panda Bear,
Porter Ricks,
Scrapy,
Mo-Dettes,
Tubeway Army,
Amon Düül II,
Public Image Ltd.,
Harpers Bizarre,
China Crisis,
Yusef Lateef,
Quando Quango,
Joe Smooth,
La Düsseldorf,
Khruangbin,
Nils Olav,
Black Pus,
Camouflage,
D'Angelo,
Easy Going,
Morten Harket,
R.M.O.,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rufus Thomas,
The Slits,
Ultravox,
Sound Behaviour,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Hardrive,
Infiniti,
ABC,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Detroit Cobras,
Mars,
U.S. Maple,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bill Near,
The Moody Blues,
The Smiths,
the Sonics,
kango's stein massive,
JFA,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Names,
Big Daddy Kane,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Swans,
Nik Kershaw,
Bronski Beat,
The Standells,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Joey Negro,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.