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 Bhutan and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Stereo Dub to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
Franke,
Trumans Water,
Junior Murvin,
Peter and Kerry,
Chris Corsano,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Moleskins,
Faust,
The Invisible,
The Tremeloes,
Monolake,
Delta 5,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Half Japanese,
Sixth Finger,
Charles Mingus,
Con Funk Shun,
The Raincoats,
Pantaleimon,
The Blues Magoos,
Ornette Coleman,
R.M.O.,
LL Cool J,
Don Cherry,
Main Source,
The Young Rascals,
the Human League,
Cymande,
Radiopuhelimet,
Loose Ends,
Girls At Our Best!,
Q65,
Gang Gang Dance,
Brand Nubian,
Subhumans,
Mr. Review,
Pulsallama,
Lalo Schifrin,
The United States of America,
Mark Hollis,
The Music Machine,
Iggy Pop,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lalann,
The Move,
Eli Mardock,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Moebius,
Nick Fraelich,
Lindisfarne,
Harry Pussy,
New Order,
Kas Product,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Big Daddy Kane,
Average White Band,
Alison Limerick,
Brothers Johnson,
Television,
Cluster,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.