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 Kazakhstan and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 rhodes 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 The Vogues to the grunge 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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
Camberwell Now,
Janne Schatter,
Public Enemy,
The Busters,
The Gladiators,
Symarip,
Guru Guru,
These Immortal Souls,
The Kinks,
Thompson Twins,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Martian,
Matthew Halsall,
Suicide,
Reuben Wilson,
D'Angelo,
Duran Duran,
Angry Samoans,
Unrelated Segments,
La Düsseldorf,
The Searchers,
U.S. Maple,
Popol Vuh,
Eddi Front,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Dirtbombs,
Lindisfarne,
The Sound,
Jerry's Kids,
The Index,
The Evens,
Neil Young,
The Victims,
T. Rex,
Marine Girls,
Aswad,
Nas,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Pretty Things,
Schoolly D,
Lakeside,
The Birthday Party,
Terrestrial Tones,
L. Decosne,
Lungfish,
Blake Baxter,
Surgeon,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jeru the Damaja,
Suburban Knight,
Rhythm & Sound,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Brass Construction,
Subhumans,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Flash Fearless,
Gang Starr,
48th St. Collective,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.