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 Luxembourg and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Calgary.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the organ 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 The United States of America to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
Leonard Cohen,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Cramps,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Monks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Martian,
Alice Coltrane,
Vladislav Delay,
Harpers Bizarre,
These Immortal Souls,
Roxette,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Half Japanese,
Bootsy Collins,
Hardrive,
Deakin,
Das Ding,
Grey Daturas,
Todd Rundgren,
The Selecter,
Sun City Girls,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Spandau Ballet,
Judy Mowatt,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Smoke,
Max Romeo,
Buzzcocks,
The Flesh Eaters,
FM Einheit,
Zapp,
Country Teasers,
Eve St. Jones,
Surgeon,
David Bowie,
Reuben Wilson,
Aswad,
the Human League,
The Invisible,
Saccharine Trust,
Patti Smith,
Donny Hathaway,
The Skatalites,
The Techniques,
Intrusion,
Sparks,
Toni Rubio,
Davy DMX,
Absolute Body Control,
Smog,
Fad Gadget,
Essential Logic,
Swell Maps,
Soulsonic Force,
Babytalk,
Gang Gang Dance,
Tres Demented,
Roy Ayers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Television,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.