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 Syria 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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 synthesizer 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 DJ Sneak to the jazz 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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
Tres Demented,
Marvin Gaye,
Tom Boy,
The Real Kids,
Scan 7,
Mark Hollis,
Barrington Levy,
a-ha,
Inner City,
Rotary Connection,
Qualms,
The Leaves,
Gabor Szabo,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rakim,
48th St. Collective,
Monolake,
Lightning Bolt,
Johnny Clarke,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Yazoo,
Kaleidoscope,
Terry Callier,
Bob Dylan,
Talk Talk,
Whodini,
Ohio Players,
John Cale,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Barry Ungar,
Erykah Badu,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Urselle,
Franke,
Minny Pops,
Unwound,
The Star Department,
The Evens,
John Foxx,
Mad Mike,
The Gladiators,
Patti Smith,
James White and The Blacks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Association,
Hot Snakes,
Lalann,
Gastr Del Sol,
Mars,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
DJ Sneak,
Ronan,
Organ,
Intrusion,
Lakeside,
Smog,
Sparks,
Von Mondo,
Rufus Thomas,
Sugar Minott,
Cameo,
Banda Bassotti,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.