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 Switzerland and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the organ 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 Carl Craig to the funk 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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths 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 rap 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 sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Dark Day,
Junior Murvin,
The Velvet Underground,
48th St. Collective,
Harpers Bizarre,
Black Pus,
Charles Mingus,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sex Pistols,
Ralphi Rosario,
Amon Düül II,
The Cowsills,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Spoonie Gee,
DJ Style,
Organ,
Accadde A,
Can,
The Durutti Column,
Joey Negro,
MDC,
World's Most,
Mission of Burma,
MC5,
Vladislav Delay,
Arthur Verocai,
June Days,
Iggy Pop,
Duran Duran,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Deadbeat,
Reagan Youth,
Fort Wilson Riot,
kango's stein massive,
Andrew Hill,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kas Product,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lalann,
the Fania All-Stars,
Morten Harket,
Hashim,
Marmalade,
the Swans,
Eric Copeland,
Procol Harum,
Colin Newman,
Rufus Thomas,
Essential Logic,
Soft Machine,
Radio Birdman,
The Selecter,
Cheater Slicks,
Patti Smith,
Groovy Waters,
Magma,
Michelle Simonal,
Davy DMX,
Bad Manners,
Gang of Four,
Prince Buster,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.