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 Belarus and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 808 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 Nils Olav to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
Laurel Aitken,
Nirvana,
the Normal,
Black Moon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Yellowson,
The Litter,
Slave,
Average White Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Quadrant,
Japan,
Rufus Thomas,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Iggy Pop,
Arcadia,
Robert Hood,
Eden Ahbez,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eric Copeland,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sister Nancy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Maurizio,
Letta Mbulu,
Gregory Isaacs,
One Last Wish,
The Angels of Light,
Minnie Riperton,
Sun Ra,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Dirtbombs,
MDC,
Man Parrish,
Faraquet,
Das Ding,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Move,
Electric Prunes,
Amazonics,
Fear,
The Dead C,
Mark Hollis,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Groovy Waters,
Cal Tjader,
Bluetip,
The Cure,
Scratch Acid,
Arab on Radar,
Wolf Eyes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
This Heat,
Los Fastidios,
Livin' Joy,
Black Sheep,
Cheater Slicks,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Standells,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.