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 Malaysia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 güiro 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 Magma to the disco 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
Spoonie Gee,
Mission of Burma,
Neil Young,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Boz Scaggs,
Boredoms,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Dave Gahan,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Y Pants,
Unwound,
Smog,
The Dave Clark Five,
Thompson Twins,
Basic Channel,
Ponytail,
KRS-One,
The Pretty Things,
Mars,
Michelle Simonal,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gastr Del Sol,
Terry Callier,
David McCallum,
JFA,
Radio Birdman,
Minor Threat,
Janne Schatter,
Lyres,
T.S.O.L.,
The J.B.'s,
Rufus Thomas,
Reuben Wilson,
Aloha Tigers,
Ronnie Foster,
Roy Ayers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Erykah Badu,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Knickerbockers,
Bush Tetras,
Niagra,
Cameo,
Tomorrow,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Yaz,
Kevin Saunderson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rekid,
Althea and Donna,
Throbbing Gristle,
Accadde A,
Alton Ellis,
Massinfluence,
Motorama,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.