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 Ecuador and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Parry Music to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Max Romeo,
Zapp,
the Association,
The J.B.'s,
Mars,
These Immortal Souls,
The Gun Club,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Soft Cell,
Rosa Yemen,
Erykah Badu,
Scratch Acid,
Maurizio,
The Happenings,
Crime,
Lyres,
Harmonia,
Robert Hood,
Anakelly,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Shuggie Otis,
Banda Bassotti,
Stereo Dub,
Eric Copeland,
The Dirtbombs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Dead Boys,
World's Most,
Yusef Lateef,
Camberwell Now,
The Standells,
Das Ding,
Cheater Slicks,
cv313,
Cecil Taylor,
Yellowson,
Fat Boys,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Grass Roots,
Average White Band,
Tears for Fears,
David McCallum,
Morten Harket,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Minutemen,
The Birthday Party,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
La Düsseldorf,
Young Marble Giants,
Talk Talk,
The Slackers,
Yaz,
Neil Young,
Kerrie Biddell,
Oblivians,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
DJ Style,
Brothers Johnson,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.