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 Barbados and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 Rakim to the crunk 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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
The Divine Comedy,
Ice-T,
Adolescents,
Alison Limerick,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Alton Ellis,
K-Klass,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Index,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Aaron Thompson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Young Marble Giants,
Joensuu 1685,
Delta 5,
Spandau Ballet,
Second Layer,
The Raincoats,
Anakelly,
Mark Hollis,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
ABBA,
Nick Fraelich,
Stetsasonic,
The Electric Prunes,
Surgeon,
X-101,
The Dead C,
Warsaw,
Sun Ra,
Jacques Brel,
The Birthday Party,
The Invisible,
Cameo,
David Bowie,
The Real Kids,
Rekid,
Derrick Morgan,
The Blues Magoos,
Index,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Qualms,
The Monks,
Darondo,
D'Angelo,
Sällskapet,
Magma,
Rakim,
Oblivians,
Negative Approach,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Motorama,
Delon & Dalcan,
One Last Wish,
Cecil Taylor,
Aswad,
Bush Tetras,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ultravox,
Monks,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.