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 Kiribati and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Funkadelic to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
Sound Behaviour,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
John Cale,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Associates,
The Cramps,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lungfish,
Charles Mingus,
Kayak,
The Angels of Light,
Neu!,
The Fire Engines,
Delon & Dalcan,
Boz Scaggs,
Mission of Burma,
Barry Ungar,
Scrapy,
Aaron Thompson,
Hashim,
Anthony Braxton,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Scion,
Goldenarms,
Procol Harum,
Bobby Byrd,
Audionom,
Smog,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Star Department,
The Happenings,
Pylon,
Radiohead,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Gun Club,
David Axelrod,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Standells,
Pantaleimon,
The Motions,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Warsaw,
John Holt,
Gabor Szabo,
The American Breed,
Trumans Water,
Flipper,
The Human League,
Ohio Players,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Searchers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
A Certain Ratio,
Malaria!,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Nik Kershaw,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.