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 Grenada and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 harpsichord 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 Fatback Band to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
The Cure,
Quadrant,
Warren Ellis,
Neil Young,
Y Pants,
Albert Ayler,
The Mojo Men,
The Invisible,
Eli Mardock,
Ituana,
Minny Pops,
Hashim,
Lungfish,
Fugazi,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Avey Tare,
Stereo Dub,
Gang Starr,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Maleditus Sound,
Godley & Creme,
Toni Rubio,
Sister Nancy,
The Sound,
Josef K,
Malaria!,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Zero Boys,
Darondo,
Quantec,
UT,
Severed Heads,
Tres Demented,
Second Layer,
Nils Olav,
Marcia Griffiths,
Shuggie Otis,
Deakin,
The Pretty Things,
Porter Ricks,
Robert Görl,
Faraquet,
The Moody Blues,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ten City,
Audionom,
Connie Case,
Freddie Wadling,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Surgeon,
The Victims,
The Beau Brummels,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Vogues,
Section 25,
10cc,
The Modern Lovers,
Main Source,
Rakim,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.