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 Maldives and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lightning Bolt 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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Brass Construction,
Minor Threat,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Smiths,
Spandau Ballet,
Barrington Levy,
New York Dolls,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Remains,
The Fortunes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Quando Quango,
Eric B and Rakim,
Amazonics,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Nirvana,
Alice Coltrane,
Iggy Pop,
Soul II Soul,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mr. Review,
The Fuzztones,
Bobby Womack,
Fad Gadget,
Oblivians,
Public Enemy,
Hot Snakes,
The Fugs,
Crime,
Guru Guru,
Cheater Slicks,
John Coltrane,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Todd Terry,
Brothers Johnson,
Nik Kershaw,
Quantec,
The Count Five,
The Evens,
Surgeon,
Anthony Braxton,
KRS-One,
Charles Mingus,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Man Parrish,
The Star Department,
Banda Bassotti,
Sonic Youth,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Kinks,
FM Einheit,
Bronski Beat,
Gong,
Desert Stars,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
D'Angelo,
Michelle Simonal,
Oneida,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Cure,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.