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 Djibouti and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 güiro 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 Todd Terry to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
48th St. Collective,
Young Marble Giants,
Simply Red,
Carl Craig,
Wings,
Glambeats Corp.,
These Immortal Souls,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Matthew Halsall,
Radiohead,
Cheater Slicks,
Minor Threat,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Heaven 17,
Lee Hazlewood,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Skarface,
Anthony Braxton,
The Real Kids,
Make Up,
The Dave Clark Five,
Leonard Cohen,
James White and The Blacks,
Duran Duran,
B.T. Express,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Move,
Eric Copeland,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
La Düsseldorf,
The Walker Brothers,
Freddie Wadling,
Warren Ellis,
Suicide,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Fall,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Names,
Ludus,
Circle Jerks,
Royal Trux,
Pole,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Reagan Youth,
Stiv Bators,
Curtis Mayfield,
Intrusion,
Cymande,
Don Cherry,
the Germs,
H. Thieme,
Reuben Wilson,
Scott Walker,
Malaria!,
Easy Going,
Radio Birdman,
Pere Ubu,
X-Ray Spex,
Judy Mowatt,
The Standells,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.