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 Comoros and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Beijing.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Kaleidoscope to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
Inner City,
Siglo XX,
Morten Harket,
Desert Stars,
the Human League,
The Martian,
Technova,
Harmonia,
New York Dolls,
the Association,
The Alarm Clocks,
Brick,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Fugs,
Depeche Mode,
OOIOO,
Derrick Morgan,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Birthday Party,
Spandau Ballet,
Eric B and Rakim,
Mandrill,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Robert Hood,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Max Romeo,
Albert Ayler,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Cure,
Deadbeat,
Heaven 17,
Jeff Mills,
The Barracudas,
The Mojo Men,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
In Retrospect,
Half Japanese,
Bootsy Collins,
Anakelly,
Camouflage,
Joey Negro,
Malaria!,
Donny Hathaway,
Pantaleimon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Terry Callier,
Kerri Chandler,
JFA,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Monks,
The Music Machine,
Q65,
The Knickerbockers,
Gabor Szabo,
The Busters,
Soul Sonic Force,
Nik Kershaw,
the Swans,
Skriet,
Thompson Twins,
Wally Richardson,
Ituana,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.