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 Malta and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 Glasgow and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 arpeggiator 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 Joey Negro to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Index. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Terrestrial Tones,
Matthew Halsall,
KRS-One,
Soulsonic Force,
The Slackers,
Hoover,
The Slits,
Funky Four + One,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Tim Buckley,
The Birthday Party,
Sister Nancy,
Erykah Badu,
Beasts of Bourbon,
B.T. Express,
A Certain Ratio,
Rekid,
The Happenings,
This Heat,
Hardrive,
Unrelated Segments,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Blancmange,
The Flesh Eaters,
Slave,
Letta Mbulu,
Glenn Branca,
Bad Manners,
Fela Kuti,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Peter and Kerry,
Deadbeat,
Mr. Review,
The Gories,
Joe Finger,
Fat Boys,
Henry Cow,
Index,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bobby Womack,
Bush Tetras,
Laurel Aitken,
the Association,
Iggy Pop,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Q65,
The Moleskins,
Harry Pussy,
Roxette,
Kas Product,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Yaz,
Godley & Creme,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Drexciya,
Bauhaus,
The Velvet Underground,
Sällskapet,
Sandy B,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.