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 Panama and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 synthesizer 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 Stockholm Monsters to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
T.S.O.L.,
Bill Wells,
Hashim,
Underground Resistance,
Easy Going,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Beau Brummels,
The Young Rascals,
John Lydon,
Robert Görl,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Mighty Diamonds,
DJ Sneak,
kango's stein massive,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Das Ding,
Peter and Kerry,
The Moleskins,
Khruangbin,
Joyce Sims,
Pantytec,
Sandy B,
Godley & Creme,
Model 500,
Spandau Ballet,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Crime,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Nik Kershaw,
Eurythmics,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Nico,
Henry Cow,
Country Teasers,
Sight & Sound,
The Human League,
Radio Birdman,
Alphaville,
Ultravox,
Lou Reed,
Wire,
Bang On A Can,
Camberwell Now,
Zapp,
X-Ray Spex,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Knickerbockers,
Ice-T,
Lower 48,
Man Parrish,
Supertramp,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Moby Grape,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Normal,
Reagan Youth,
Bobby Sherman,
Tomorrow,
Masters at Work,
Von Mondo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.