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 Belgium and from London.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Radiopuhelimet to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Blancmange,
Pierre Henry,
The Gun Club,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Offenders,
H. Thieme,
JFA,
Lyres,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Joe Finger,
OOIOO,
X-Ray Spex,
Todd Terry,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Interpol,
Jawbox,
Reagan Youth,
Audionom,
Barrington Levy,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Wake,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rapeman,
Harpers Bizarre,
Inner City,
Spoonie Gee,
Erykah Badu,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Guru Guru,
Flash Fearless,
Shuggie Otis,
Lakeside,
Ronnie Foster,
Alton Ellis,
Dual Sessions,
Aural Exciters,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Minutemen,
Swans,
Freddie Wadling,
Black Flag,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Marc Almond,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Martian,
Mission of Burma,
Mr. Review,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Tremeloes,
Unwound,
Joe Smooth,
Sugar Minott,
Ohio Players,
Toni Rubio,
The J.B.'s,
Sam Rivers,
Suburban Knight,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.