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 Afghanistan and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Pantaleimon to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
The J.B.'s,
KRS-One,
Marine Girls,
Eurythmics,
The Music Machine,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
David McCallum,
The Victims,
Barbara Tucker,
The Gap Band,
Zero Boys,
World's Most,
Jeff Mills,
Wire,
Khruangbin,
Pet Shop Boys,
Theoretical Girls,
Clear Light,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Graham Central Station,
The Monochrome Set,
The Alarm Clocks,
Brothers Johnson,
Saccharine Trust,
Young Marble Giants,
Warsaw,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Eve St. Jones,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Banda Bassotti,
Mission of Burma,
Dennis Brown,
The Modern Lovers,
Scratch Acid,
The Buckinghams,
L. Decosne,
Crispy Ambulance,
Maleditus Sound,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Siglo XX,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Connie Case,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Quando Quango,
Easy Going,
Robert Hood,
Metal Thangz,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Real Kids,
Index,
Scientists,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Alphaville,
The Busters,
the Association,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Mad Mike,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.