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 El Salvador and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Public Image Ltd. to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men 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 sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
The Fire Engines,
Roxy Music,
Rufus Thomas,
Pussy Galore,
Brothers Johnson,
The Monks,
Rosa Yemen,
Oneida,
Thee Headcoats,
Althea and Donna,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Youth Brigade,
Tom Boy,
the Association,
The Zeros,
Organ,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Fatback Band,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Walker Brothers,
Ohio Players,
DJ Style,
Mars,
Pere Ubu,
Lyres,
Sun City Girls,
The Knickerbockers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Moebius,
Sight & Sound,
The Doobie Brothers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Cure,
The Count Five,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Marvin Gaye,
Dead Boys,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Stereo Dub,
Metal Thangz,
Arcadia,
Joy Division,
Gichy Dan,
Peter & Gordon,
Bill Wells,
Lou Reed,
Los Fastidios,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Joe Smooth,
The Blackbyrds,
Babytalk,
Drexciya,
MC5,
Barbara Tucker,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eric B and Rakim,
DNA,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.