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 Kosovo and from Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin 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 The Wake to the electroclash 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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
Pole,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Soulsonic Force,
La Düsseldorf,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Newcleus,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jesper Dahlback,
Oblivians,
Public Enemy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Max Romeo,
Fatback Band,
Dark Day,
Jeff Mills,
R.M.O.,
EPMD,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Cheater Slicks,
Lungfish,
Goldenarms,
Bronski Beat,
Bang On A Can,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Robert Hood,
The Remains,
Niagra,
Skriet,
The Blues Magoos,
Motorama,
H. Thieme,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Toni Rubio,
New York Dolls,
Stiv Bators,
Roxy Music,
Negative Approach,
The Modern Lovers,
Bobby Byrd,
Junior Murvin,
Traffic Nightmare,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Joensuu 1685,
MC5,
Pere Ubu,
Lou Christie,
Brick,
Moby Grape,
Harmonia,
Dennis Brown,
Fad Gadget,
Barrington Levy,
Lalann,
Index,
Warren Ellis,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.