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 Marshall Islands and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bill Wells to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Porter Ricks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Josef K,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
JFA,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Neu!,
Pole,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Leaves,
Wasted Youth,
The Cure,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Judy Mowatt,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Black Dice,
Stiv Bators,
The Trojans,
Pantytec,
Deepchord,
Cal Tjader,
These Immortal Souls,
The Sound,
Tommy Roe,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rosa Yemen,
Spandau Ballet,
Arthur Verocai,
The Moody Blues,
Bob Dylan,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Leonard Cohen,
The Velvet Underground,
Mad Mike,
Anthony Braxton,
Sex Pistols,
ABBA,
The Fire Engines,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
June of 44,
Quando Quango,
Monolake,
MDC,
MC5,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Davy DMX,
Public Enemy,
The American Breed,
Sight & Sound,
Black Bananas,
Alice Coltrane,
Flamin' Groovies,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ponytail,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Association,
Scientists,
Interpol,
Motorama,
Bootsy Collins,
Scion,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.