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 Haiti and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 spring reverb 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the disco 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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Masters at Work,
Nas,
DJ Sneak,
Tropical Tobacco,
Brand Nubian,
The Cosmic Jokers,
K-Klass,
Letta Mbulu,
Marmalade,
Andrew Hill,
The Dead C,
Theoretical Girls,
Black Bananas,
Lee Hazlewood,
Popol Vuh,
Crime,
Boredoms,
Nirvana,
Fear,
Arcadia,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Buzzcocks,
Kurtis Blow,
The Cure,
Electric Prunes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Japan,
Maleditus Sound,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Heaven 17,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Second Layer,
Sandy B,
Cheater Slicks,
the Sonics,
Outsiders,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Human League,
Shuggie Otis,
Organ,
The Electric Prunes,
Robert Hood,
Colin Newman,
The Velvet Underground,
Jimmy McGriff,
Warren Ellis,
Animal Collective,
Pierre Henry,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Monochrome Set,
Rekid,
Laurel Aitken,
Eve St. Jones,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Minor Threat,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.