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 Cyprus and from Sao Paulo.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Half Japanese to the grime 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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ultravox,
Don Cherry,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Soul II Soul,
Joe Finger,
Kerri Chandler,
Andrew Hill,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bluetip,
K-Klass,
Joe Smooth,
China Crisis,
Heaven 17,
Reuben Wilson,
Michelle Simonal,
New York Dolls,
Gastr Del Sol,
Freddie Wadling,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Sonics,
Prince Buster,
Ornette Coleman,
the Sonics,
John Coltrane,
Au Pairs,
AZ,
DJ Style,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sun City Girls,
Arthur Verocai,
Fat Boys,
The Move,
Supertramp,
The Golliwogs,
Gong,
The Dead C,
Bauhaus,
Surgeon,
Shoche,
Mary Jane Girls,
Skarface,
Rosa Yemen,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Make Up,
Marcia Griffiths,
Guru Guru,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
June Days,
Ronan,
The Fortunes,
Malaria!,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Radiohead,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Derrick May,
Jacob Miller,
Neu!,
Fatback Band,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.