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 Moldova and from Lagos.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the grime 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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Marc Almond,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Deadbeat,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Henry Cow,
The Pop Group,
Carl Craig,
Al Stewart,
B.T. Express,
Archie Shepp,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
Negative Approach,
David Axelrod,
Smog,
Con Funk Shun,
The Doobie Brothers,
Vladislav Delay,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rufus Thomas,
The Electric Prunes,
Patti Smith,
Cecil Taylor,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Red Krayola,
DJ Sneak,
Joe Finger,
Tom Boy,
Albert Ayler,
Letta Mbulu,
Johnny Clarke,
New York Dolls,
Barclay James Harvest,
Camberwell Now,
Darondo,
Public Image Ltd.,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
kango's stein massive,
Popol Vuh,
Erykah Badu,
Moby Grape,
Piero Umiliani,
This Heat,
Fatback Band,
10cc,
Black Bananas,
Pulsallama,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Young Marble Giants,
Junior Murvin,
Pussy Galore,
Livin' Joy,
Nick Fraelich,
The Litter,
Von Mondo,
Cal Tjader,
Gil Scott Heron,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gastr Del Sol,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Loose Ends,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.