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 Lithuania and from Copenhagen.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 snare 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Harry Pussy,
Monks,
Ultravox,
Accadde A,
Piero Umiliani,
June Days,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Swans,
Hasil Adkins,
Black Moon,
X-102,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Motions,
T. Rex,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Urselle,
The Happenings,
In Retrospect,
The Golliwogs,
The Black Dice,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Panda Bear,
Tommy Roe,
Suicide,
Bobby Sherman,
The Doors,
Rapeman,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jeru the Damaja,
Dorothy Ashby,
Connie Case,
Jesper Dahlback,
T.S.O.L.,
James White and The Blacks,
U.S. Maple,
Cal Tjader,
Visage,
Lou Christie,
The Monochrome Set,
Altered Images,
the Association,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Mummies,
The Offenders,
Thee Headcoats,
Wasted Youth,
the Soft Cell,
Half Japanese,
Flamin' Groovies,
Girls At Our Best!,
Tres Demented,
Bad Manners,
The Misunderstood,
Ice-T,
ABC,
Brick,
The Litter,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ponytail,
the Normal,
The Birthday Party,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.