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 Latvia and from Cairo.
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 Portland and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 rhodes 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 Lee Hazlewood to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
Smog,
Nation of Ulysses,
10cc,
Crash Course in Science,
Accadde A,
Los Fastidios,
Jacques Brel,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Heaven 17,
Shoche,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Real Kids,
Masters at Work,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Warren Ellis,
Danielle Patucci,
Nico,
Bronski Beat,
The Skatalites,
Joey Negro,
Boredoms,
Glambeats Corp.,
Das Ding,
The Beau Brummels,
Soulsonic Force,
the Soft Cell,
the Slits,
Con Funk Shun,
A Certain Ratio,
Basic Channel,
Khruangbin,
Tim Buckley,
Maleditus Sound,
ABBA,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Quantec,
OOIOO,
John Cale,
Black Bananas,
Dorothy Ashby,
Slave,
Judy Mowatt,
Fad Gadget,
Infiniti,
Junior Murvin,
The Mummies,
Neil Young,
Alison Limerick,
Aaron Thompson,
The Electric Prunes,
Sällskapet,
Sixth Finger,
Derrick Morgan,
Japan,
The Dave Clark Five,
Moss Icon,
MC5,
Fluxion,
Yaz,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Black Dice,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.