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 Dominica and from Houston.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Accadde A to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
Throbbing Gristle,
Glenn Branca,
Brothers Johnson,
Andrew Hill,
Byron Stingily,
Cluster,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Drexciya,
Marvin Gaye,
Soul II Soul,
Joy Division,
Bill Near,
Funky Four + One,
Toni Rubio,
Patti Smith,
Duran Duran,
Audionom,
The Move,
The Slackers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Arab on Radar,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
H. Thieme,
Tropical Tobacco,
Hashim,
Roy Ayers,
Moss Icon,
Radiopuhelimet,
Matthew Halsall,
L. Decosne,
Aswad,
Mo-Dettes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Dennis Brown,
Crooked Eye,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Moody Blues,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Qualms,
the Human League,
Unrelated Segments,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Barracudas,
the Fania All-Stars,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Harry Pussy,
Sight & Sound,
These Immortal Souls,
Vladislav Delay,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Blossom Toes,
JFA,
Don Cherry,
Soft Cell,
Swell Maps,
The Raincoats,
KRS-One,
The Alarm Clocks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.