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 Liechtenstein 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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 organ 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
Siglo XX,
LL Cool J,
the Sonics,
Newcleus,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ice-T,
Jimmy McGriff,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Connie Case,
June of 44,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Judy Mowatt,
Oblivians,
David Bowie,
Schoolly D,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Wake,
Gong,
ABC,
Black Pus,
The Pretty Things,
The United States of America,
Japan,
Scan 7,
Jesper Dahlback,
Massinfluence,
Monolake,
Shuggie Otis,
Gang Starr,
The Fuzztones,
The Golliwogs,
Stereo Dub,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gichy Dan,
Niagra,
Bootsy Collins,
The Walker Brothers,
Q and Not U,
Colin Newman,
Davy DMX,
Peter and Kerry,
Nirvana,
The Busters,
Hashim,
Faust,
Whodini,
The Raincoats,
Mary Jane Girls,
Soft Cell,
Deepchord,
Gastr Del Sol,
Excepter,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Marc Almond,
Henry Cow,
Chris & Cosey,
Jeff Mills,
D'Angelo,
Amazonics,
The Leaves,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.