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 Thailand and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lagos.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the rhodes 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 The Fall to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
The Modern Lovers,
Depeche Mode,
The Techniques,
Gang of Four,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jandek,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Neon Judgement,
Drexciya,
Steve Hackett,
Fela Kuti,
Unwound,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Reuben Wilson,
John Lydon,
The Fuzztones,
Hoover,
Ten City,
Bill Wells,
Little Man,
Rosa Yemen,
Gang Green,
Underground Resistance,
Theoretical Girls,
Jeff Mills,
Japan,
Ultimate Spinach,
Chrome,
Big Daddy Kane,
Stiv Bators,
Tommy Roe,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Max Romeo,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pet Shop Boys,
Camouflage,
Gong,
Gastr Del Sol,
Radio Birdman,
Bronski Beat,
The Trojans,
Amazonics,
Joensuu 1685,
The Standells,
Sixth Finger,
The Invisible,
Mad Mike,
Boz Scaggs,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Robert Hood,
Junior Murvin,
Robert Görl,
The Sound,
Isaac Hayes,
John Coltrane,
Pantaleimon,
The Tremeloes,
Half Japanese,
The Count Five,
48th St. Collective,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.