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 Burkina and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Delta 5 to the grime 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
David Bowie,
Eric Copeland,
Mo-Dettes,
Ponytail,
Country Teasers,
John Holt,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
CMW,
Black Moon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Eric B and Rakim,
UT,
Black Pus,
Derrick May,
Andrew Hill,
The Divine Comedy,
Moss Icon,
Icehouse,
Junior Murvin,
Make Up,
The Misunderstood,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lyres,
Deakin,
Don Cherry,
Cheater Slicks,
Brick,
Groovy Waters,
a-ha,
Marine Girls,
Goldenarms,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Arcadia,
Ultra Naté,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jerry's Kids,
Organ,
Angry Samoans,
Gastr Del Sol,
Howard Jones,
The Walker Brothers,
Joyce Sims,
June of 44,
The American Breed,
The Techniques,
Roy Ayers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Main Source,
Max Romeo,
The Saints,
Bizarre Inc.,
Dead Boys,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sister Nancy,
Theoretical Girls,
The Searchers,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.