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 Kyrgyzstan and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 marimba 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 Underground Resistance to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
Joe Smooth,
Pierre Henry,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Metal Thangz,
Crispian St. Peters,
Warsaw,
Arcadia,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Max Romeo,
The Raincoats,
Dave Gahan,
Marshall Jefferson,
T.S.O.L.,
Procol Harum,
The Kinks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sandy B,
Danielle Patucci,
Liliput,
The Red Krayola,
MC5,
The Smoke,
Sunsets and Hearts,
New Order,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sarah Menescal,
Popol Vuh,
Rotary Connection,
Amazonics,
Cheater Slicks,
The Cowsills,
the Normal,
The Move,
Accadde A,
Terry Callier,
Television,
Charles Mingus,
Rufus Thomas,
Prince Buster,
The Cramps,
The Sonics,
The Happenings,
David McCallum,
Hashim,
Make Up,
Half Japanese,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jerry's Kids,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Youth Brigade,
Malaria!,
Outsiders,
Carl Craig,
John Coltrane,
Reagan Youth,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Offenders,
The Index,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Names,
Susan Cadogan,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.