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 Taiwan and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Mary Jane Girls to the rap 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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Aural Exciters,
X-Ray Spex,
Marmalade,
The Alarm Clocks,
Chris Corsano,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Nirvana,
Mandrill,
Electric Prunes,
Mary Jane Girls,
Unwound,
Peter and Kerry,
Fad Gadget,
Eli Mardock,
Arcadia,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Golliwogs,
Mark Hollis,
The Saints,
Ossler,
Alton Ellis,
Scan 7,
Sam Rivers,
Country Teasers,
The Doors,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Scratch Acid,
Sixth Finger,
Harmonia,
Ponytail,
KRS-One,
Unrelated Segments,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Heaven 17,
L. Decosne,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Alison Limerick,
Hoover,
One Last Wish,
John Holt,
Lyres,
Gong,
Rapeman,
Marine Girls,
The Fire Engines,
Wolf Eyes,
The Slits,
Fugazi,
JFA,
Swans,
Pylon,
Kevin Saunderson,
Franke,
Erasure,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Camouflage,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Malaria!,
Joe Smooth,
Gastr Del Sol,
Davy DMX,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.