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 Panama and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Monolake to the funk 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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters 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 guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Pole,
Robert Hood,
Crime,
Max Romeo,
Eric Copeland,
Jeff Mills,
Talk Talk,
The Angels of Light,
Skriet,
Johnny Clarke,
The Fire Engines,
Flipper,
The Cowsills,
Ralphi Rosario,
Masters at Work,
Heaven 17,
Fluxion,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Crispy Ambulance,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gabor Szabo,
Soft Cell,
Ronnie Foster,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bob Dylan,
Vladislav Delay,
Sun City Girls,
Minutemen,
Index,
Supertramp,
Camouflage,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ludus,
Fat Boys,
Mission of Burma,
48th St. Collective,
The Remains,
Anthony Braxton,
Altered Images,
the Human League,
T. Rex,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
the Slits,
Intrusion,
Sarah Menescal,
Kerrie Biddell,
Yusef Lateef,
Duran Duran,
Gerry Rafferty,
Minor Threat,
Marvin Gaye,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Moss Icon,
Moebius,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Goldenarms,
the Swans,
Mantronix,
Bang On A Can,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.