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 Slovakia and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 chamberlin 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the jazz 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
L. Decosne,
Bill Near,
Organ,
Sandy B,
Mission of Burma,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Underground Resistance,
Robert Wyatt,
The Busters,
Nirvana,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Camberwell Now,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Drexciya,
OOIOO,
Duran Duran,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Kinks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Arcadia,
Zapp,
La Düsseldorf,
The Divine Comedy,
Pantytec,
Crash Course in Science,
Easy Going,
Can,
Angry Samoans,
The Human League,
Stetsasonic,
Liliput,
Hardrive,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Germs,
Iggy Pop,
Gang Starr,
Whodini,
Make Up,
Eurythmics,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Electric Prunes,
Henry Cow,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
D'Angelo,
Josef K,
ABBA,
Average White Band,
Vladislav Delay,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
X-102,
The Residents,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Altered Images,
The Star Department,
The Victims,
Mad Mike,
Tropical Tobacco,
48th St. Collective,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Man Eating Sloth,
Scratch Acid,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.