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 Venezuela and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Gregory Isaacs to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
Don Cherry,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Oblivians,
The Moleskins,
The Litter,
Ultra Naté,
Archie Shepp,
Gregory Isaacs,
Barbara Tucker,
Lalann,
Absolute Body Control,
Youth Brigade,
Leonard Cohen,
Little Man,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Saccharine Trust,
Matthew Bourne,
This Heat,
Boredoms,
Organ,
Subhumans,
Soft Machine,
Eddi Front,
Stetsasonic,
Dennis Brown,
The Music Machine,
Scratch Acid,
Icehouse,
Graham Central Station,
Black Flag,
Joy Division,
Barclay James Harvest,
Fugazi,
Tom Boy,
Pere Ubu,
FM Einheit,
Zero Boys,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kayak,
Symarip,
The Beau Brummels,
Ice-T,
David Axelrod,
Minutemen,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Smiths,
Mars,
Brand Nubian,
Aural Exciters,
The Martian,
The Mojo Men,
Excepter,
Ken Boothe,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Raincoats,
The Black Dice,
Steve Hackett,
Inner City,
R.M.O.,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.