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 Hungary and from Stockholm.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Sugar Minott to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
Fela Kuti,
The Vogues,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Trojans,
Stiv Bators,
Soft Machine,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
David Bowie,
The Black Dice,
Slick Rick,
Young Marble Giants,
Goldenarms,
The Litter,
Don Cherry,
Drive Like Jehu,
Suburban Knight,
The United States of America,
Sonic Youth,
Steve Hackett,
Mo-Dettes,
Pere Ubu,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Buckinghams,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Nirvana,
Funkadelic,
The Seeds,
Heaven 17,
Maleditus Sound,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Loose Ends,
Porter Ricks,
Black Moon,
Scott Walker,
Peter and Kerry,
Spandau Ballet,
Minutemen,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Gladiators,
Dave Gahan,
June of 44,
Suicide,
The Knickerbockers,
Joey Negro,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Boogie Down Productions,
Godley & Creme,
The Neon Judgement,
Ultravox,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Severed Heads,
The Cramps,
Liliput,
Pulsallama,
Rotary Connection,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Scrapy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
La Düsseldorf,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.