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 Comoros and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Urselle to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
Gang Starr,
The Evens,
Jesper Dahlback,
Radiopuhelimet,
John Holt,
Peter and Kerry,
Rites of Spring,
The Raincoats,
Kerri Chandler,
Al Stewart,
Marshall Jefferson,
Los Fastidios,
AZ,
Mission of Burma,
This Heat,
Livin' Joy,
Sam Rivers,
Byron Stingily,
Crooked Eye,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Schoolly D,
E-Dancer,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Arab on Radar,
Blossom Toes,
Carl Craig,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Joy Division,
Aural Exciters,
The Monochrome Set,
Crime,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lalo Schifrin,
Buzzcocks,
The Last Poets,
Slick Rick,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kayak,
Minnie Riperton,
The Fall,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Circle Jerks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Essential Logic,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Buckinghams,
Derrick Morgan,
Massinfluence,
Lou Reed,
PIL,
Nick Fraelich,
Ituana,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
48th St. Collective,
Banda Bassotti,
Dead Boys,
The Trojans,
Television,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Real Kids,
Deakin,
Soul Sonic Force,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.