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 Israel and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Bologna.
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 theremin 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 Prince Buster to the jazz 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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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?
Ultra Naté,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Barracudas,
The Fugs,
Jacques Brel,
R.M.O.,
Graham Central Station,
John Cale,
Aural Exciters,
The Five Americans,
Neu!,
Wasted Youth,
The Invisible,
The Seeds,
Camberwell Now,
Franke,
The Selecter,
Can,
Saccharine Trust,
The Doors,
Nation of Ulysses,
Desert Stars,
the Human League,
The Busters,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
James White and The Blacks,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Buckinghams,
Kurtis Blow,
Altered Images,
The Dirtbombs,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bobby Sherman,
Susan Cadogan,
World's Most,
Goldenarms,
Infiniti,
Ultimate Spinach,
Funky Four + One,
The Detroit Cobras,
Metal Thangz,
Minny Pops,
Brand Nubian,
Sixth Finger,
La Düsseldorf,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Motions,
Soul II Soul,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Urselle,
Sun City Girls,
Gong,
Funkadelic,
Half Japanese,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fugazi,
Eddi Front,
The Neon Judgement,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Hoover,
Babytalk,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.