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 the UAE and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 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 Robert Görl to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Janne Schatter,
The Sound,
Bobby Byrd,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lungfish,
Sparks,
Mars,
The Invisible,
Make Up,
Arthur Verocai,
Amon Düül II,
Black Flag,
Lebanon Hanover,
Marine Girls,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fluxion,
Mission of Burma,
the Slits,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jacques Brel,
The Durutti Column,
Avey Tare,
Flipper,
Fat Boys,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Toni Rubio,
Gang Starr,
Brand Nubian,
Patti Smith,
Terrestrial Tones,
Byron Stingily,
Au Pairs,
Animal Collective,
Bad Manners,
The Gories,
DJ Style,
Scratch Acid,
Idris Muhammad,
Blancmange,
Soul Sonic Force,
Trumans Water,
Joe Finger,
Flash Fearless,
Sugar Minott,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Monochrome Set,
Subhumans,
Grauzone,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Supertramp,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Nils Olav,
The Shadows of Knight,
Interpol,
The J.B.'s,
The Doors,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Dead C,
Matthew Halsall,
Colin Newman,
Roy Ayers,
The Tremeloes,
Eric Copeland,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.