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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the crunk 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 The Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
The Modern Lovers,
Jerry's Kids,
The Last Poets,
Scratch Acid,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Aswad,
Fad Gadget,
The Tremeloes,
The Misunderstood,
John Coltrane,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Urselle,
The Black Dice,
Howard Jones,
Rekid,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Arab on Radar,
Y Pants,
Eve St. Jones,
Theoretical Girls,
D'Angelo,
Slick Rick,
Henry Cow,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
New Order,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
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Scan 7,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Section 25,
Harpers Bizarre,
Wire,
DNA,
Fluxion,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pharoah Sanders,
Dawn Penn,
Black Moon,
Electric Light Orchestra,
the Human League,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Mummies,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bill Wells,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Fall,
the Sonics,
The Remains,
Japan,
Sixth Finger,
Television Personalities,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kool Moe Dee,
Minor Threat,
Mary Jane Girls,
Youth Brigade,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.