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 Antigua and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 Manchester and Manila.
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 arpeggiator 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Soul Sonic Force,
Donny Hathaway,
Ken Boothe,
The J.B.'s,
Public Enemy,
Essential Logic,
Black Bananas,
Soulsonic Force,
Freddie Wadling,
Ultimate Spinach,
Marcia Griffiths,
Massinfluence,
Sister Nancy,
Mo-Dettes,
K-Klass,
The Shadows of Knight,
JFA,
Yaz,
The Beau Brummels,
Lalann,
Mark Hollis,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Arab on Radar,
Tomorrow,
Peter and Kerry,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Gun Club,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rakim,
Ultra Naté,
Michelle Simonal,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bang On A Can,
Talk Talk,
The Red Krayola,
The Mojo Men,
Spandau Ballet,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Organ,
Basic Channel,
Glambeats Corp.,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
AZ,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kerri Chandler,
Jeff Lynne,
Easy Going,
Dennis Brown,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
PIL,
The Raincoats,
Bobby Womack,
Clear Light,
Scan 7,
Mars,
Saccharine Trust,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Mantronix,
Q65,
Dave Gahan,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.