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 Gambia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Milan.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the jazz 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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Interpol,
Make Up,
Sällskapet,
The Angels of Light,
The Dead C,
Severed Heads,
The Divine Comedy,
China Crisis,
Pharoah Sanders,
Roy Ayers,
Camberwell Now,
Big Daddy Kane,
Newcleus,
Soft Cell,
Funkadelic,
MDC,
Heaven 17,
The Happenings,
Skaos,
Alison Limerick,
Roxette,
Delon & Dalcan,
Janne Schatter,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Nils Olav,
Minutemen,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Zapp,
Schoolly D,
Kenny Larkin,
David McCallum,
ABC,
Pulsallama,
Deepchord,
Absolute Body Control,
kango's stein massive,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Spoonie Gee,
Drexciya,
Howard Jones,
Connie Case,
Surgeon,
the Sonics,
Kurtis Blow,
Pierre Henry,
The Vogues,
Aaron Thompson,
Tom Boy,
Rapeman,
Public Enemy,
Tim Buckley,
Amon Düül,
Television Personalities,
The Gap Band,
This Heat,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
John Holt,
The Litter,
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You don't know what you really want.
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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.