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 United Kingdom and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Youth Brigade to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
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,
Minnie Riperton,
H. Thieme,
Supertramp,
Gang of Four,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sixth Finger,
Buzzcocks,
Smog,
Make Up,
The Sound,
Charles Mingus,
David Axelrod,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Cure,
Kaleidoscope,
Lakeside,
Index,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jesper Dahlback,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Stiv Bators,
the Sonics,
Stetsasonic,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jandek,
JFA,
Pole,
The Happenings,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
KRS-One,
Drexciya,
Camberwell Now,
Maurizio,
China Crisis,
Pere Ubu,
Ultra Naté,
Eden Ahbez,
The Velvet Underground,
Schoolly D,
Altered Images,
Mars,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Popol Vuh,
Isaac Hayes,
Crash Course in Science,
Vainqueur,
Liliput,
The Blues Magoos,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Stereo Dub,
The Vogues,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Depeche Mode,
Cybotron,
The Pop Group,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.