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 Cuba and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the snare 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 China Crisis to the dance 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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
Eric Copeland,
Model 500,
Gang Starr,
Alphaville,
The Buckinghams,
Mark Hollis,
Jesper Dahlback,
Hasil Adkins,
Grey Daturas,
Ultra Naté,
Bad Manners,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gang Green,
Scientists,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Black Pus,
X-101,
Soulsonic Force,
The Gun Club,
The Modern Lovers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Brothers Johnson,
Inner City,
Swell Maps,
Jacob Miller,
Y Pants,
The Wake,
DJ Style,
Glenn Branca,
The New Christs,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Camberwell Now,
B.T. Express,
Urselle,
Cameo,
Juan Atkins,
Television Personalities,
Popol Vuh,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Goldenarms,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Shuggie Otis,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kaleidoscope,
Tommy Roe,
Moss Icon,
Buzzcocks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Spandau Ballet,
New Order,
Sugar Minott,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Nils Olav,
Sparks,
Barbara Tucker,
KRS-One,
ABC,
Black Moon,
Nico,
Marvin Gaye,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.