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 Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Agent Orange to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Isaac Hayes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Flash Fearless,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eddi Front,
10cc,
Absolute Body Control,
Tim Buckley,
FM Einheit,
John Coltrane,
Judy Mowatt,
Liliput,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Barrington Levy,
Sixth Finger,
UT,
Wolf Eyes,
Eve St. Jones,
The Dirtbombs,
Qualms,
Fluxion,
Ultra Naté,
The Selecter,
Chrome,
Fatback Band,
Ultimate Spinach,
Nils Olav,
Maurizio,
Pagans,
The Saints,
Das Ding,
Youth Brigade,
kango's stein massive,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Mad Mike,
Blancmange,
The Mojo Men,
The Move,
Rakim,
Joyce Sims,
Ponytail,
Chris Corsano,
Mr. Review,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bootsy Collins,
Sound Behaviour,
The Slits,
The Knickerbockers,
The J.B.'s,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Avey Tare,
Scientists,
the Association,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Pretty Things,
Monolake,
Cymande,
Moby Grape,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.