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 Montenegro and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Lou Reed 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 Real Kids to the jazz 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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Technova,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Soft Cell,
Babytalk,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ponytail,
The Neon Judgement,
Half Japanese,
Brass Construction,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Delon & Dalcan,
Slick Rick,
Colin Newman,
Smog,
David Bowie,
Althea and Donna,
Eden Ahbez,
Susan Cadogan,
Joey Negro,
Sonny Sharrock,
Au Pairs,
Lucky Dragons,
Minny Pops,
The Saints,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rites of Spring,
U.S. Maple,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Cramps,
Ten City,
Stereo Dub,
Todd Rundgren,
Accadde A,
Gichy Dan,
Brothers Johnson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Grey Daturas,
Rekid,
The Slits,
The Shadows of Knight,
Black Flag,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sandy B,
The Associates,
The Golliwogs,
Banda Bassotti,
Quadrant,
Fatback Band,
China Crisis,
The Durutti Column,
The Monks,
The Mummies,
Henry Cow,
Nirvana,
Cameo,
Fluxion,
Jerry's Kids,
Marcia Griffiths,
John Holt,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.