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 Cyprus and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the marimba 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 Japan to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Tommy Roe,
Brick,
Los Fastidios,
Symarip,
The Barracudas,
Livin' Joy,
Freddie Wadling,
Shoche,
Outsiders,
Ronan,
Soul Sonic Force,
Minnie Riperton,
Cal Tjader,
Brand Nubian,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Excepter,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Guru Guru,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Scan 7,
Alton Ellis,
Mandrill,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Yaz,
June of 44,
Bobby Sherman,
R.M.O.,
The Trojans,
Peter and Kerry,
Chris & Cosey,
F. McDonald,
Talk Talk,
Charles Mingus,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Motions,
UT,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sun City Girls,
Kurtis Blow,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Residents,
Malaria!,
The Count Five,
Sixth Finger,
Quando Quango,
Moebius,
Funky Four + One,
Thee Headcoats,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Erykah Badu,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
John Coltrane,
E-Dancer,
Aaron Thompson,
Blancmange,
Sun Ra,
Wire,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Angels of Light,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Hoover,
The Doors,
MC5,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.