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 Senegal and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Tubeway Army to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan 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 harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Janne Schatter,
Scrapy,
Jeff Mills,
Nico,
AZ,
L. Decosne,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sixth Finger,
The Toasters,
These Immortal Souls,
Khruangbin,
Rotary Connection,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Boogie Down Productions,
Nils Olav,
Y Pants,
The Gories,
H. Thieme,
The Happenings,
Eric Dolphy,
Warsaw,
The Barracudas,
The Neon Judgement,
Buzzcocks,
Shuggie Otis,
Mission of Burma,
Erykah Badu,
Todd Terry,
Agent Orange,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Vainqueur,
Kevin Saunderson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mars,
Roxette,
Spoonie Gee,
Intrusion,
Eden Ahbez,
Fat Boys,
The Pop Group,
Panda Bear,
Parry Music,
Judy Mowatt,
Suburban Knight,
Motorama,
The Grass Roots,
The Standells,
The Remains,
Flash Fearless,
Big Daddy Kane,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Royal Trux,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Moss Icon,
The Beau Brummels,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Golliwogs,
The Mummies,
James White and The Blacks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Crash Course in Science,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.