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 Dominica and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 oboe 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the grime 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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
Sun City Girls,
Radiopuhelimet,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Television Personalities,
Royal Trux,
E-Dancer,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Slick Rick,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Mojo Men,
The Busters,
Piero Umiliani,
Pussy Galore,
Camberwell Now,
Anthony Braxton,
the Slits,
Mars,
Sugar Minott,
Reuben Wilson,
Lalann,
June Days,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ludus,
Duran Duran,
MDC,
Youth Brigade,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Procol Harum,
Q65,
Yusef Lateef,
Joyce Sims,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Saints,
Guru Guru,
Lou Christie,
Silicon Teens,
Prince Buster,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Joey Negro,
Bobby Byrd,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
UT,
KRS-One,
DNA,
The Names,
A Certain Ratio,
The Moleskins,
Stereo Dub,
Hardrive,
Dead Boys,
Glenn Branca,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Altered Images,
Leonard Cohen,
Traffic Nightmare,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.