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 Rwanda and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Niagra to the crunk 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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
Pulsallama,
Curtis Mayfield,
Malaria!,
Harmonia,
The Motions,
Vladislav Delay,
Procol Harum,
Charles Mingus,
Blake Baxter,
Johnny Clarke,
10cc,
Agent Orange,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Amazonics,
Albert Ayler,
The Residents,
The Names,
Pussy Galore,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Stooges,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Tomorrow,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Mojo Men,
Stiv Bators,
Byron Stingily,
Laurel Aitken,
Bronski Beat,
Jeff Mills,
Lou Reed,
Bootsy Collins,
The American Breed,
The Neon Judgement,
Goldenarms,
Stereo Dub,
The Knickerbockers,
Lalann,
Jesper Dahlback,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Alarm Clocks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Joyce Sims,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Nas,
June Days,
Intrusion,
Khruangbin,
The Dead C,
Los Fastidios,
Blancmange,
U.S. Maple,
New Age Steppers,
Boz Scaggs,
Angry Samoans,
Janne Schatter,
Sun Ra,
Thee Headcoats,
Soft Cell,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.