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 France 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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Standells to the techno 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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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?
The Selecter,
Eve St. Jones,
Fad Gadget,
The Dirtbombs,
The Monochrome Set,
Cal Tjader,
Talk Talk,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Eurythmics,
The Young Rascals,
The Detroit Cobras,
Al Stewart,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Grauzone,
Scratch Acid,
Easy Going,
Bob Dylan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gang of Four,
Metal Thangz,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Moody Blues,
Letta Mbulu,
The Slits,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Piero Umiliani,
Rosa Yemen,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Newcleus,
Donny Hathaway,
Soft Machine,
Procol Harum,
Agitation Free,
Qualms,
The Neon Judgement,
OOIOO,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Fuzztones,
The Cure,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Marmalade,
Magazine,
Gerry Rafferty,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Knickerbockers,
JFA,
Peter & Gordon,
L. Decosne,
Tomorrow,
China Crisis,
The Five Americans,
Ituana,
Jeff Mills,
Mantronix,
Morten Harket,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Panda Bear,
Spandau Ballet,
the Association,
Quadrant,
Howard Jones,
Skaos,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.