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 Liechtenstein and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Todd Terry to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
The United States of America,
Dead Boys,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Tres Demented,
The Motions,
Robert Wyatt,
The Mummies,
The Pop Group,
The Index,
Accadde A,
Pere Ubu,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Cheater Slicks,
Massinfluence,
Siglo XX,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sun Ra,
Jawbox,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Alphaville,
Icehouse,
The Slits,
Hardrive,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
John Holt,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Doobie Brothers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gang Green,
Adolescents,
Roger Hodgson,
Little Man,
Grauzone,
Avey Tare,
UT,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Simply Red,
Freddie Wadling,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bronski Beat,
The J.B.'s,
Lakeside,
The Residents,
Ohio Players,
Lower 48,
Nation of Ulysses,
Glenn Branca,
Kenny Larkin,
Delta 5,
Visage,
Sound Behaviour,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
LL Cool J,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Matthew Bourne,
Jacques Brel,
Reuben Wilson,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.