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 Kyrgyzstan and from Philadelphia.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Gun Club,
Kevin Saunderson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Stetsasonic,
The Trojans,
Youth Brigade,
The Evens,
Supertramp,
Circle Jerks,
Absolute Body Control,
Aloha Tigers,
Connie Case,
Suicide,
Idris Muhammad,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Television Personalities,
Q and Not U,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Blues Magoos,
Reuben Wilson,
Moby Grape,
Simply Red,
F. McDonald,
A Certain Ratio,
The Modern Lovers,
Rakim,
Sparks,
JFA,
The Black Dice,
OOIOO,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ice-T,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Urselle,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
This Heat,
Procol Harum,
David Axelrod,
Electric Prunes,
Amon Düül II,
Avey Tare,
Basic Channel,
Joy Division,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sam Rivers,
Sonic Youth,
Gregory Isaacs,
Royal Trux,
Lyres,
Tears for Fears,
Flipper,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
PIL,
Arab on Radar,
Bluetip,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Techniques,
Dawn Penn,
Blossom Toes,
The Grass Roots,
The Divine Comedy,
Porter Ricks,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.