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 Finland and from Cairo.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jesper Dahlback,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Alton Ellis,
Duran Duran,
Faust,
B.T. Express,
Skriet,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Connie Case,
Kas Product,
June of 44,
The Cramps,
Gabor Szabo,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lucky Dragons,
Neu!,
Gang Starr,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Siglo XX,
Mr. Review,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Eric Copeland,
Heaven 17,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Dave Gahan,
The Monochrome Set,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
Eve St. Jones,
Porter Ricks,
Icehouse,
the Slits,
The Last Poets,
Agitation Free,
the Germs,
Sight & Sound,
Kurtis Blow,
Drive Like Jehu,
Livin' Joy,
Barry Ungar,
The Gun Club,
Laurel Aitken,
Simply Red,
T. Rex,
Das Ding,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
David McCallum,
Oneida,
Buzzcocks,
Peter & Gordon,
Jacques Brel,
The Velvet Underground,
The Count Five,
Amazonics,
Alison Limerick,
The Skatalites,
Masters at Work,
Jawbox,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Television Personalities,
Barbara Tucker,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.