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 Benin and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Robert Palmer 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 Curtis Mayfield to the grime 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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Lakeside,
Scott Walker,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Neil Young,
Harpers Bizarre,
Angry Samoans,
Swans,
Hardrive,
Drexciya,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Pop Group,
Pantytec,
Gang of Four,
Lucky Dragons,
Radiohead,
Moby Grape,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Siglo XX,
The Barracudas,
Yazoo,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Kinks,
Moebius,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Sound,
Ultimate Spinach,
Easy Going,
10cc,
JFA,
Scrapy,
Lyres,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Nik Kershaw,
Darondo,
Minutemen,
Todd Terry,
The Young Rascals,
Traffic Nightmare,
David McCallum,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Wolf Eyes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Byron Stingily,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Deadbeat,
T. Rex,
8 Eyed Spy,
Robert Hood,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Cybotron,
Pere Ubu,
Yusef Lateef,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Circle Jerks,
John Lydon,
The Leaves,
Pet Shop Boys,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.