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 Nigeria and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Magazine to the grime 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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
Hasil Adkins,
Jeff Lynne,
Index,
Chris Corsano,
Funky Four + One,
The Martian,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Hoover,
Boredoms,
Aaron Thompson,
Michelle Simonal,
Donald Byrd,
Parry Music,
The Happenings,
Q65,
Alison Limerick,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pharoah Sanders,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Swans,
Grey Daturas,
The Real Kids,
Cymande,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Toasters,
The Monochrome Set,
Skarface,
Ken Boothe,
Eurythmics,
Grauzone,
Fatback Band,
Johnny Clarke,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Faraquet,
Kerri Chandler,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Monks,
Lucky Dragons,
the Sonics,
The Litter,
Amon Düül,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kevin Saunderson,
Brick,
Eric Copeland,
Smog,
The Motions,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
AZ,
Reagan Youth,
Andrew Hill,
Groovy Waters,
R.M.O.,
Bobby Womack,
Loose Ends,
Todd Terry,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pulsallama,
Josef K,
The Cure,
Unrelated Segments,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.