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 Finland and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 oboe 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 Big Daddy Kane to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke 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 snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
Iggy Pop,
Shoche,
Kas Product,
Royal Trux,
8 Eyed Spy,
Stockholm Monsters,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Con Funk Shun,
Joy Division,
Freddie Wadling,
Second Layer,
Joyce Sims,
Harry Pussy,
Scott Walker,
Altered Images,
JFA,
kango's stein massive,
Charles Mingus,
Don Cherry,
Pulsallama,
Beasts of Bourbon,
K-Klass,
Mad Mike,
T. Rex,
Mr. Review,
Lyres,
Jeff Lynne,
Grauzone,
Inner City,
The Neon Judgement,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Half Japanese,
The Gap Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Skatalites,
Man Parrish,
Todd Terry,
Funkadelic,
Kerri Chandler,
Heaven 17,
Newcleus,
the Association,
Make Up,
Wolf Eyes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Delon & Dalcan,
Khruangbin,
Kool Moe Dee,
Darondo,
Reagan Youth,
The Birthday Party,
The Young Rascals,
Unwound,
The Saints,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Doors,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.