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 Costa Rica and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Jawbox to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Young Rascals,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lakeside,
Yaz,
Dark Day,
Hoover,
Rosa Yemen,
Ludus,
Carl Craig,
UT,
Eric Dolphy,
Robert Hood,
Grandmaster Flash,
Joy Division,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Suburban Knight,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Raincoats,
Janne Schatter,
Easy Going,
Mary Jane Girls,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Selecter,
The Saints,
Average White Band,
Freddie Wadling,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Vladislav Delay,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Idris Muhammad,
Terrestrial Tones,
Blossom Toes,
Intrusion,
Rod Modell,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Underground Resistance,
The Leaves,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Graham Central Station,
Nico,
Avey Tare,
Roxette,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
David McCallum,
Shuggie Otis,
Soulsonic Force,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Piero Umiliani,
Vainqueur,
Essential Logic,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kas Product,
Stockholm Monsters,
Todd Terry,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Soft Cell,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.