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 Thailand and from Calgary.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Joe Finger to the rock 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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Zapp,
The Techniques,
Nirvana,
John Coltrane,
Byron Stingily,
The United States of America,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Panda Bear,
Toni Rubio,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Judy Mowatt,
Yusef Lateef,
Malaria!,
Warsaw,
Ten City,
The Smiths,
Accadde A,
Excepter,
Scott Walker,
Kerri Chandler,
Fela Kuti,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Easy Going,
Niagra,
Moby Grape,
Altered Images,
The Mummies,
Vainqueur,
Barrington Levy,
Young Marble Giants,
June of 44,
B.T. Express,
The Flesh Eaters,
Minny Pops,
Mandrill,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Model 500,
Yellowson,
Index,
Fifty Foot Hose,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Thee Headcoats,
Carl Craig,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Joe Finger,
Eli Mardock,
Japan,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Black Bananas,
Crash Course in Science,
Blancmange,
The Dead C,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Quantec,
LL Cool J,
Johnny Clarke,
Roy Ayers,
MDC,
David McCallum,
John Lydon,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.