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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Warsaw to the techno 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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vaughan Mason & Crew record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Von Mondo,
Vladislav Delay,
Junior Murvin,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Searchers,
Kerri Chandler,
Gabor Szabo,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kayak,
Fela Kuti,
Crime,
Wasted Youth,
John Cale,
KRS-One,
The Real Kids,
Robert Hood,
Man Parrish,
Janne Schatter,
The Wake,
Subhumans,
Slick Rick,
The Alarm Clocks,
Marc Almond,
Traffic Nightmare,
the Sonics,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Golliwogs,
the Normal,
Index,
Scan 7,
Bauhaus,
Electric Prunes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Mandrill,
Mars,
Flipper,
New York Dolls,
Marmalade,
Jandek,
Porter Ricks,
Alison Limerick,
Au Pairs,
The Cure,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Japan,
Public Enemy,
Terry Callier,
The Velvet Underground,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Knickerbockers,
Tubeway Army,
June Days,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Alphaville,
Organ,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Skatalites,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Quando Quango,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.