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 Afghanistan and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 arpeggiator 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 Procol Harum to the dance 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 The Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
Dawn Penn,
Jesper Dahlback,
Symarip,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Schoolly D,
Agitation Free,
Fifty Foot Hose,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sexual Harrassment,
Buzzcocks,
Lee Hazlewood,
Scott Walker,
The Neon Judgement,
Easy Going,
Kurtis Blow,
Fat Boys,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Victims,
Junior Murvin,
Harry Pussy,
In Retrospect,
Magma,
The Techniques,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rites of Spring,
MC5,
Nils Olav,
Country Teasers,
cv313,
The Cowsills,
Blossom Toes,
Soft Cell,
Crooked Eye,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Blackbyrds,
Sugar Minott,
Lyres,
Agent Orange,
Lalo Schifrin,
Con Funk Shun,
Swans,
China Crisis,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Franke,
The Slackers,
Anakelly,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Wire,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Livin' Joy,
Yusef Lateef,
Kerri Chandler,
Black Bananas,
Flipper,
Tubeway Army,
Eurythmics,
Black Moon,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.