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 Antigua and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 DJ Sneak to the jazz 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 The Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
Dennis Brown,
FM Einheit,
Animal Collective,
The Names,
The Gladiators,
Radiohead,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Maleditus Sound,
Joensuu 1685,
Eve St. Jones,
Mantronix,
Lucky Dragons,
The Dirtbombs,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Susan Cadogan,
Bad Manners,
8 Eyed Spy,
Shuggie Otis,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Scan 7,
Symarip,
Ohio Players,
Ten City,
Intrusion,
Stiv Bators,
Jerry's Kids,
Jandek,
Nico,
Stockholm Monsters,
X-Ray Spex,
Supertramp,
The Red Krayola,
Bootsy Collins,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Organ,
The Offenders,
Aural Exciters,
Average White Band,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pharoah Sanders,
Nas,
Camberwell Now,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Smoke,
Motorama,
Brothers Johnson,
Fatback Band,
Colin Newman,
Matthew Halsall,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Henry Cow,
Tropical Tobacco,
Minny Pops,
The Cramps,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Quantec,
Unwound,
Nik Kershaw,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.