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 Morocco and from Portland.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 theremin 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 Theoretical Girls to the rock 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 The Fugs. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pantaleimon,
Archie Shepp,
Minor Threat,
Nils Olav,
Barbara Tucker,
Simply Red,
The Angels of Light,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Black Bananas,
Man Eating Sloth,
DJ Sneak,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Dual Sessions,
Pere Ubu,
Metal Thangz,
Glenn Branca,
Lee Hazlewood,
Intrusion,
The Wake,
Suburban Knight,
Public Enemy,
The Red Krayola,
Sällskapet,
The Human League,
The Happenings,
The New Christs,
Slick Rick,
Roxy Music,
Bobby Womack,
Charles Mingus,
Trumans Water,
Sixth Finger,
Model 500,
Tim Buckley,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ludus,
Marine Girls,
DJ Style,
Loose Ends,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pantytec,
Desert Stars,
Kayak,
Dark Day,
Nas,
The Seeds,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Yazoo,
Grey Daturas,
Roxette,
Altered Images,
Peter and Kerry,
EPMD,
David McCallum,
FM Einheit,
Matthew Halsall,
Franke,
Brothers Johnson,
Ten City,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.