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 Bolivia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 808 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 Davy DMX to the jazz 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
FM Einheit,
Howard Jones,
The Names,
Kayak,
Tim Buckley,
Swell Maps,
Bad Manners,
Jawbox,
Anakelly,
The Shadows of Knight,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Nico,
L. Decosne,
Bobby Womack,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
OOIOO,
Eurythmics,
Sonic Youth,
Derrick Morgan,
Depeche Mode,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
John Foxx,
Warren Ellis,
The Fortunes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
One Last Wish,
China Crisis,
Ken Boothe,
Ohio Players,
Khruangbin,
Marine Girls,
Los Fastidios,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Moody Blues,
Shoche,
Eden Ahbez,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Selecter,
Funkadelic,
Q and Not U,
Brass Construction,
Dead Boys,
Yaz,
Organ,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Arthur Verocai,
The Barracudas,
Deepchord,
Neu!,
Groovy Waters,
The Slackers,
Man Parrish,
Sixth Finger,
Sugar Minott,
Qualms,
DJ Style,
Prince Buster,
The Five Americans,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Idris Muhammad,
Basic Channel,
June of 44,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.