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 Chile and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 Manila and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 organ 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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?
Spandau Ballet,
Flipper,
Brass Construction,
The Happenings,
Desert Stars,
Drexciya,
Deadbeat,
The Fugs,
Rod Modell,
Thompson Twins,
The Grass Roots,
Scratch Acid,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Grey Daturas,
Byron Stingily,
The Searchers,
Alton Ellis,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rites of Spring,
Bill Wells,
Sandy B,
Terrestrial Tones,
X-101,
Todd Rundgren,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Slave,
the Association,
Jeff Lynne,
Amon Düül II,
Isaac Hayes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Harmonia,
LL Cool J,
Arab on Radar,
Metal Thangz,
Rekid,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Matthew Bourne,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Adolescents,
Wire,
Hardrive,
Lakeside,
The Fall,
The Slackers,
Blancmange,
Davy DMX,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Wake,
The Gun Club,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Grandmaster Flash,
Cybotron,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eric Copeland,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pulsallama,
The Misunderstood,
Frankie Knuckles,
Brand Nubian,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Birthday Party,
Mars,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.