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 Bhutan and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Arcadia to the grime 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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
Rufus Thomas,
The Last Poets,
Alice Coltrane,
Lungfish,
Skaos,
John Foxx,
Symarip,
Gong,
The Divine Comedy,
The Grass Roots,
Quando Quango,
Sex Pistols,
The Slits,
The Sound,
Judy Mowatt,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Main Source,
Dark Day,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lou Reed,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sound Behaviour,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bootsy Collins,
R.M.O.,
John Cale,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sarah Menescal,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ultravox,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
CMW,
MC5,
Gabor Szabo,
Jandek,
the Human League,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Moby Grape,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gang Starr,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Derrick Morgan,
The Detroit Cobras,
Clear Light,
Radio Birdman,
Make Up,
Sixth Finger,
The Durutti Column,
The Index,
Procol Harum,
Heaven 17,
the Normal,
The Human League,
Warren Ellis,
Au Pairs,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.