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 Benin and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manchester.
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 güiro 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 Television to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Vainqueur,
Bob Dylan,
Marc Almond,
Crash Course in Science,
The Grass Roots,
Accadde A,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Fear,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Morten Harket,
Silicon Teens,
The Fortunes,
Camberwell Now,
Thee Headcoats,
Inner City,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Fall,
Stereo Dub,
Avey Tare,
Brothers Johnson,
Sugar Minott,
Brand Nubian,
Brass Construction,
Alphaville,
Soul Sonic Force,
Chrome,
Stockholm Monsters,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Harry Pussy,
Saccharine Trust,
cv313,
Ronan,
Amazonics,
Groovy Waters,
Connie Case,
The New Christs,
Beasts of Bourbon,
DJ Sneak,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Mandrill,
Eli Mardock,
OOIOO,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Essential Logic,
Ken Boothe,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Anakelly,
Ossler,
the Fania All-Stars,
David Axelrod,
Visage,
Sun City Girls,
Alison Limerick,
Bauhaus,
DJ Style,
Television Personalities,
The Blues Magoos,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.