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 Papua New Guinea and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Gang Starr to the techno 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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Slick Rick,
The Trojans,
Mo-Dettes,
Rapeman,
Rhythm & Sound,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Sonics,
Black Pus,
Blake Baxter,
Intrusion,
The Vogues,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pantaleimon,
Vladislav Delay,
Marc Almond,
CMW,
Youth Brigade,
Franke,
The Victims,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Tropical Tobacco,
UT,
Peter and Kerry,
Sandy B,
Aural Exciters,
Terry Callier,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pagans,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mary Jane Girls,
Max Romeo,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Graham Central Station,
Adolescents,
Icehouse,
Roy Ayers,
John Coltrane,
Piero Umiliani,
Andrew Hill,
Sight & Sound,
Ossler,
Von Mondo,
Nico,
Boredoms,
Negative Approach,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Saints,
Connie Case,
Archie Shepp,
Circle Jerks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Babytalk,
Kerrie Biddell,
Wire,
The Leaves,
LL Cool J,
London Community Gospel Choir,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.