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 Cape Verde and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 güiro 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 The American Breed to the rock 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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
The Gories,
Rotary Connection,
Basic Channel,
Can,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bobby Womack,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
DNA,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pet Shop Boys,
Boredoms,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Essential Logic,
The Fugs,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Aaron Thompson,
Symarip,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Metal Thangz,
One Last Wish,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Black Bananas,
Robert Görl,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Livin' Joy,
Kaleidoscope,
Pulsallama,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The New Christs,
A Certain Ratio,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Deepchord,
Fear,
Nick Fraelich,
John Foxx,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Cybotron,
Smog,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Radio Birdman,
The Count Five,
Deakin,
Negative Approach,
Boz Scaggs,
Lakeside,
Cecil Taylor,
Skarface,
Thompson Twins,
Ronnie Foster,
Gerry Rafferty,
Underground Resistance,
Camouflage,
Rites of Spring,
Scott Walker,
Blossom Toes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Donald Byrd,
K-Klass,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.