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 Moldova and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 MC5 to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Ten City,
Can,
Neu!,
The Searchers,
Camberwell Now,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Kinks,
The Happenings,
Joy Division,
New York Dolls,
Tom Boy,
DJ Sneak,
Byron Stingily,
Siglo XX,
Roy Ayers,
Eric Copeland,
The Young Rascals,
Ken Boothe,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Johnny Osbourne,
Newcleus,
Yaz,
Black Sheep,
Ornette Coleman,
Goldenarms,
The Moleskins,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Toasters,
Gastr Del Sol,
Man Parrish,
Ponytail,
Alison Limerick,
The Cowsills,
Marine Girls,
Marmalade,
The Slackers,
Anthony Braxton,
Khruangbin,
Nico,
Johnny Clarke,
Con Funk Shun,
X-101,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Techniques,
Accadde A,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Silicon Teens,
Ultra Naté,
Grey Daturas,
Cybotron,
Barclay James Harvest,
Porter Ricks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bobby Womack,
KRS-One,
Erykah Badu,
Marc Almond,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.