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 Guinea and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 New York and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the guitar 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the funk 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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
The Modern Lovers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Roy Ayers,
Wasted Youth,
Crime,
Michelle Simonal,
Minny Pops,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ossler,
Scott Walker,
Soft Cell,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
kango's stein massive,
Mandrill,
Cybotron,
Nick Fraelich,
Icehouse,
Mantronix,
Charles Mingus,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Radiohead,
T.S.O.L.,
Gichy Dan,
Jacques Brel,
Don Cherry,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Moody Blues,
Average White Band,
The Knickerbockers,
Lungfish,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Negative Approach,
Terrestrial Tones,
Neil Young,
Arthur Verocai,
The Sound,
the Sonics,
Hardrive,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Grass Roots,
John Holt,
Dead Boys,
UT,
Rites of Spring,
Clear Light,
Funkadelic,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Misunderstood,
Nik Kershaw,
The Skatalites,
Henry Cow,
Bootsy Collins,
Suicide,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
David Bowie,
The Music Machine,
Model 500,
The Smiths,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.