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 Austria and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Index to the techno 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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
Crispian St. Peters,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Tubeway Army,
Soul Sonic Force,
Whodini,
Todd Rundgren,
The Martian,
Depeche Mode,
Average White Band,
Wire,
Goldenarms,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Parry Music,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Stiv Bators,
Zero Boys,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Joyce Sims,
Stereo Dub,
Colin Newman,
Anthony Braxton,
Chrome,
Cymande,
Steve Hackett,
Matthew Bourne,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Leonard Cohen,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gastr Del Sol,
Skriet,
Altered Images,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rites of Spring,
In Retrospect,
Slave,
Soul II Soul,
Kurtis Blow,
Icehouse,
Gregory Isaacs,
Arthur Verocai,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Metal Thangz,
Rosa Yemen,
Oneida,
Schoolly D,
Scratch Acid,
Lee Hazlewood,
Vladislav Delay,
Barrington Levy,
The Searchers,
The Names,
Dual Sessions,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Technova,
Pantaleimon,
Joensuu 1685,
Andrew Hill,
Flash Fearless,
Flipper,
Don Cherry,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.