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 Romania and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Danielle Patucci to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Fortunes,
Monolake,
Soft Machine,
Piero Umiliani,
John Coltrane,
Nik Kershaw,
Lower 48,
Main Source,
Moss Icon,
Lebanon Hanover,
Alton Ellis,
Ultimate Spinach,
Guru Guru,
Scan 7,
The Cowsills,
La Düsseldorf,
Average White Band,
B.T. Express,
MDC,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Al Stewart,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Crime,
Sugar Minott,
The Wake,
Gang Starr,
Stereo Dub,
Visage,
Tom Boy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Von Mondo,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Dorothy Ashby,
Monks,
Harry Pussy,
The Count Five,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Index,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Sonics,
Spoonie Gee,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Quando Quango,
The Trojans,
David McCallum,
Eric B and Rakim,
Roxy Music,
The Detroit Cobras,
Girls At Our Best!,
The United States of America,
Bizarre Inc.,
Arcadia,
Bill Wells,
Easy Going,
Bill Near,
The Durutti Column,
Pantytec,
Robert Görl,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.