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 Morocco and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 Barracudas to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
Mad Mike,
The Offenders,
Derrick May,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Human League,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Slave,
X-102,
Man Parrish,
Dual Sessions,
Wolf Eyes,
The Modern Lovers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kayak,
Fear,
Talk Talk,
Con Funk Shun,
The Standells,
The Martian,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Crispy Ambulance,
Arthur Verocai,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Toasters,
Graham Central Station,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gastr Del Sol,
Stereo Dub,
Deepchord,
Godley & Creme,
Iggy Pop,
Barbara Tucker,
Bill Near,
Boz Scaggs,
Animal Collective,
Qualms,
Joe Finger,
Mark Hollis,
Tim Buckley,
Arab on Radar,
Sister Nancy,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
a-ha,
Smog,
Adolescents,
Piero Umiliani,
Motorama,
The Music Machine,
UT,
New Order,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sight & Sound,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jesper Dahlback,
The United States of America,
The Associates,
Marine Girls,
Prince Buster,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.