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 Samoa and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the güiro 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 Accadde A to the disco 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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
Eric Dolphy,
The Blues Magoos,
Desert Stars,
Soulsonic Force,
Delta 5,
Country Teasers,
Crispy Ambulance,
The American Breed,
Barry Ungar,
Crooked Eye,
Babytalk,
Visage,
Los Fastidios,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sight & Sound,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Tears for Fears,
E-Dancer,
DNA,
Minnie Riperton,
Technova,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ludus,
Bob Dylan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Gun Club,
Surgeon,
Susan Cadogan,
Tomorrow,
K-Klass,
Agitation Free,
The Martian,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Slackers,
Marmalade,
Crash Course in Science,
Fluxion,
Drexciya,
Lungfish,
Rekid,
Skaos,
Juan Atkins,
Ultra Naté,
Max Romeo,
Hardrive,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Germs,
Boredoms,
Dawn Penn,
Marc Almond,
The Offenders,
The Dirtbombs,
Aural Exciters,
Bootsy Collins,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Remains,
The Wake,
Eve St. Jones,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.