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 Nigeria and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 The Motions to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sight & Sound,
The Litter,
Sound Behaviour,
Lightning Bolt,
Prince Buster,
Radio Birdman,
Hoover,
Glenn Branca,
Porter Ricks,
Jandek,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Standells,
Harry Pussy,
David McCallum,
Leonard Cohen,
The Selecter,
The Remains,
Reuben Wilson,
Outsiders,
Make Up,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lucky Dragons,
X-101,
DJ Sneak,
Soulsonic Force,
Pere Ubu,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gerry Rafferty,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The J.B.'s,
Quadrant,
Angry Samoans,
Arthur Verocai,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Donny Hathaway,
Wasted Youth,
Echospace,
The Tremeloes,
The Kinks,
Michelle Simonal,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Scientists,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Star Department,
Camberwell Now,
Section 25,
ABC,
Pierre Henry,
Dave Gahan,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Franke,
Iggy Pop,
Magma,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sugar Minott,
Dual Sessions,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.