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 Jordan and from Madrid.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Trojans to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lindisfarne,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kerrie Biddell,
Shoche,
The Knickerbockers,
Pantytec,
Moebius,
Terry Callier,
Eddi Front,
Bush Tetras,
the Soft Cell,
Sun Ra,
Kurtis Blow,
World's Most,
Ronnie Foster,
Unrelated Segments,
Sugar Minott,
Sparks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
June Days,
Television,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Boogie Down Productions,
Quadrant,
Los Fastidios,
The Names,
The Gap Band,
The Vogues,
The Music Machine,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Arthur Verocai,
The United States of America,
David McCallum,
Tres Demented,
Avey Tare,
Surgeon,
8 Eyed Spy,
Grandmaster Flash,
Curtis Mayfield,
Brick,
The Gladiators,
Slick Rick,
The Fire Engines,
Vainqueur,
The Skatalites,
T.S.O.L.,
Lou Reed,
Ken Boothe,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Angels of Light,
Bill Near,
Davy DMX,
K-Klass,
The Neon Judgement,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Techniques,
Delta 5,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.