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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 sitar 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Henry Cow,
Colin Newman,
Soft Machine,
Schoolly D,
Jimmy McGriff,
Black Pus,
Bobby Byrd,
Maurizio,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Carl Craig,
The Mummies,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Scientists,
Deadbeat,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pagans,
Scrapy,
Model 500,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bobby Sherman,
The Fortunes,
Roxette,
The Gap Band,
Saccharine Trust,
Cybotron,
Sällskapet,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Toni Rubio,
Ralphi Rosario,
Stetsasonic,
Minor Threat,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Zeros,
Excepter,
Pantytec,
Fat Boys,
Hashim,
Loose Ends,
Jeff Lynne,
EPMD,
Metal Thangz,
Alphaville,
Junior Murvin,
Nik Kershaw,
Index,
The Five Americans,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pussy Galore,
Depeche Mode,
Bluetip,
OOIOO,
Ponytail,
Angry Samoans,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rapeman,
Malaria!,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.