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 United States and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Walker Brothers to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
The Names,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
JFA,
June Days,
the Slits,
Von Mondo,
The Sonics,
Lucky Dragons,
The Move,
Radiopuhelimet,
Skaos,
EPMD,
Guru Guru,
Altered Images,
The Skatalites,
Reagan Youth,
Au Pairs,
Joyce Sims,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Barbara Tucker,
Youth Brigade,
Brand Nubian,
The Real Kids,
Joy Division,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sällskapet,
Severed Heads,
Vainqueur,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Steve Hackett,
Excepter,
Grey Daturas,
The Gories,
Sex Pistols,
Silicon Teens,
China Crisis,
Dead Boys,
Godley & Creme,
Todd Terry,
Babytalk,
Gregory Isaacs,
One Last Wish,
Pylon,
The New Christs,
Gichy Dan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bobby Byrd,
U.S. Maple,
Cal Tjader,
Bush Tetras,
Stockholm Monsters,
This Heat,
Amon Düül II,
Moby Grape,
Aloha Tigers,
The Smoke,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.