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 Swaziland and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Crash Course in Science to the funk 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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry's Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
The Slackers,
Deakin,
Brand Nubian,
B.T. Express,
The Blackbyrds,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Joey Negro,
Los Fastidios,
The Cure,
Todd Terry,
Ornette Coleman,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Vogues,
Ponytail,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Smiths,
Radiohead,
Dennis Brown,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Divine Comedy,
The Standells,
Dark Day,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Minutemen,
Arab on Radar,
Harmonia,
Peter & Gordon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Mark Hollis,
Bill Wells,
The Motions,
Joy Division,
Radio Birdman,
Al Stewart,
Slick Rick,
Gichy Dan,
Chrome,
Bobby Byrd,
The Evens,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Nico,
Tom Boy,
Crooked Eye,
Skarface,
Black Pus,
Leonard Cohen,
The Beau Brummels,
the Germs,
Scion,
Technova,
Sonny Sharrock,
Monolake,
Ronnie Foster,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
K-Klass,
Aloha Tigers,
Suburban Knight,
X-101,
Yazoo,
Frankie Knuckles,
Schoolly D,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.