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 Uganda and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Schoolly D to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
The Sonics,
Frankie Knuckles,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Andrew Hill,
Popol Vuh,
Joensuu 1685,
Silicon Teens,
Aural Exciters,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gang Gang Dance,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Standells,
Swans,
Barrington Levy,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Blossom Toes,
The United States of America,
Hashim,
The Cramps,
Spandau Ballet,
Pharoah Sanders,
Second Layer,
Slave,
Nirvana,
Kaleidoscope,
Joey Negro,
F. McDonald,
Quadrant,
Moby Grape,
The Flesh Eaters,
John Holt,
DJ Sneak,
K-Klass,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Angels of Light,
Pylon,
Skriet,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Slick Rick,
Jawbox,
Audionom,
Malaria!,
Marine Girls,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Leonard Cohen,
La Düsseldorf,
The Slackers,
Minnie Riperton,
Subhumans,
Oneida,
the Soft Cell,
Intrusion,
The Motions,
UT,
Loose Ends,
Junior Murvin,
Nas,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.