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 Paraguay and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Rapeman to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster 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 '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 Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
Gil Scott Heron,
The New Christs,
Con Funk Shun,
Lightning Bolt,
Mars,
Lou Christie,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Motorama,
Man Eating Sloth,
Terry Callier,
Funky Four + One,
Harry Pussy,
Quando Quango,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Smiths,
The Leaves,
Audionom,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Panda Bear,
Soul Sonic Force,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Delta 5,
Siglo XX,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bush Tetras,
Amon Düül,
The Misunderstood,
Lucky Dragons,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Soft Machine,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Whodini,
Monks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sun Ra,
The J.B.'s,
Bobby Womack,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
June of 44,
Tubeway Army,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Wake,
Suburban Knight,
The Smoke,
Main Source,
Liliput,
Eve St. Jones,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pylon,
LL Cool J,
Eden Ahbez,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
New Age Steppers,
Minnie Riperton,
FM Einheit,
Soul II Soul,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.