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 Mauritius and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Mission of Burma to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
Symarip,
The Neon Judgement,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Al Stewart,
Jacques Brel,
Pole,
Isaac Hayes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Chris Corsano,
X-101,
Roxette,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sixth Finger,
the Human League,
Skarface,
The Grass Roots,
Kurtis Blow,
Gang Starr,
New Order,
Metal Thangz,
Henry Cow,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The J.B.'s,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Bar-Kays,
Clear Light,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Godley & Creme,
The Divine Comedy,
Jacob Miller,
Bad Manners,
Young Marble Giants,
Mission of Burma,
Surgeon,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Sonics,
Boogie Down Productions,
Marvin Gaye,
Eurythmics,
Freddie Wadling,
Sex Pistols,
Albert Ayler,
Flamin' Groovies,
Aaron Thompson,
Deepchord,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bob Dylan,
Alice Coltrane,
Hardrive,
LL Cool J,
Index,
Mo-Dettes,
Soul II Soul,
Trumans Water,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Techniques,
La Düsseldorf,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Mars,
Jeff Mills,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.