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 Kenya and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Juan Atkins to the disco 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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Grass Roots,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sex Pistols,
Banda Bassotti,
Bobbi Humphrey,
48th St. Collective,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bronski Beat,
Connie Case,
Cal Tjader,
Wire,
Minutemen,
Ponytail,
Spandau Ballet,
Matthew Bourne,
June Days,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Dead Boys,
Black Sheep,
Rosa Yemen,
Skriet,
Excepter,
Desert Stars,
Carl Craig,
Q65,
The Selecter,
Basic Channel,
Radiohead,
PIL,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Doors,
Flipper,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Tremeloes,
Negative Approach,
Janne Schatter,
Porter Ricks,
Massinfluence,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Brass Construction,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
KRS-One,
Interpol,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Quantec,
Jacques Brel,
Gang Gang Dance,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Names,
Cybotron,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Harry Pussy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Arcadia,
Pierre Henry,
Yazoo,
Average White Band,
Amazonics,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.