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 Sri Lanka and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the snare 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 Negative Approach to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
Sonic Youth,
David Bowie,
Stockholm Monsters,
Eurythmics,
Fat Boys,
Rosa Yemen,
Rufus Thomas,
The Associates,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pierre Henry,
Yazoo,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Durutti Column,
Marcia Griffiths,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lucky Dragons,
Cheater Slicks,
Alton Ellis,
Flipper,
Amon Düül II,
Grauzone,
Los Fastidios,
Matthew Bourne,
The Black Dice,
Japan,
Gerry Rafferty,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Television,
The Slackers,
The Toasters,
The Seeds,
Mandrill,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Evens,
Girls At Our Best!,
Popol Vuh,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Fluxion,
Big Daddy Kane,
Vladislav Delay,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
China Crisis,
Electric Prunes,
Saccharine Trust,
Panda Bear,
Little Man,
The Electric Prunes,
Slick Rick,
Barrington Levy,
Mo-Dettes,
Schoolly D,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Country Joe & The Fish,
This Heat,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Victims,
Jeff Mills,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.