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 Canada and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 güiro 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 Deakin to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
Parry Music,
Pantytec,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Electric Prunes,
Lightning Bolt,
DJ Style,
Easy Going,
Joe Smooth,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kaleidoscope,
World's Most,
Metal Thangz,
Main Source,
The Wake,
T. Rex,
Camberwell Now,
Traffic Nightmare,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
H. Thieme,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ponytail,
Aaron Thompson,
Jeff Mills,
The Searchers,
Mark Hollis,
Rosa Yemen,
Deakin,
The Moody Blues,
MDC,
The Music Machine,
Sun Ra,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Warren Ellis,
Newcleus,
Minor Threat,
Sam Rivers,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Yazoo,
The Techniques,
Underground Resistance,
Gichy Dan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Nico,
Slick Rick,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Tommy Roe,
Grauzone,
Scion,
The Martian,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lower 48,
Quadrant,
Index,
Mars,
Cheater Slicks,
Black Pus,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.