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 Antigua and from Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Icehouse to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica 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?
Graham Central Station,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Music Machine,
Curtis Mayfield,
Iggy Pop,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Skaos,
Black Bananas,
Wasted Youth,
Jacques Brel,
Agitation Free,
Maurizio,
Slave,
The Shadows of Knight,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Last Poets,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
John Foxx,
Rod Modell,
DJ Sneak,
The Red Krayola,
Flipper,
Laurel Aitken,
The American Breed,
Crash Course in Science,
Ken Boothe,
Lee Hazlewood,
CMW,
Infiniti,
Wire,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pulsallama,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kurtis Blow,
Big Daddy Kane,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Brass Construction,
The Kinks,
Mandrill,
Radiohead,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Audionom,
The Modern Lovers,
Warren Ellis,
Q and Not U,
Newcleus,
Cecil Taylor,
The Move,
Malaria!,
One Last Wish,
A Flock of Seagulls,
La Düsseldorf,
Robert Görl,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kas Product,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.