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 Mozambique and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the jazz 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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
Slick Rick,
Icehouse,
Soul II Soul,
DJ Style,
Masters at Work,
T. Rex,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Germs,
The Black Dice,
Aswad,
Pussy Galore,
Robert Hood,
Idris Muhammad,
Ituana,
Interpol,
Sparks,
The Last Poets,
Saccharine Trust,
Pantaleimon,
Juan Atkins,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Dawn Penn,
Cheater Slicks,
Qualms,
Schoolly D,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Iggy Pop,
Porter Ricks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
In Retrospect,
Oneida,
Television Personalities,
The Divine Comedy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Liliput,
Q65,
The Velvet Underground,
Flamin' Groovies,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Cramps,
Deakin,
Swell Maps,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sällskapet,
Malaria!,
The Walker Brothers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
JFA,
The Move,
K-Klass,
The Gun Club,
Stetsasonic,
X-Ray Spex,
The Five Americans,
Anakelly,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gichy Dan,
Excepter,
The Monochrome Set,
Maurizio,
Joey Negro,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.