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 Mauritania and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 arpeggiator 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 Shoche to the punk 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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bush Tetras,
Peter & Gordon,
Aswad,
Max Romeo,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Fatback Band,
Gil Scott Heron,
Magazine,
Circle Jerks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Agent Orange,
Cluster,
Vainqueur,
Grauzone,
Joe Finger,
Barbara Tucker,
Soft Cell,
The Fugs,
The Misunderstood,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pagans,
R.M.O.,
The Index,
Derrick May,
John Lydon,
Alison Limerick,
Magma,
Easy Going,
Kaleidoscope,
Bill Near,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sonic Youth,
Gang Starr,
Unrelated Segments,
Reagan Youth,
Can,
Main Source,
Jacob Miller,
Pylon,
Ten City,
Siglo XX,
Monks,
Sun City Girls,
Soul II Soul,
Tears for Fears,
The Flesh Eaters,
Maleditus Sound,
Isaac Hayes,
Nik Kershaw,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Barrington Levy,
Amon Düül,
10cc,
Wally Richardson,
B.T. Express,
Banda Bassotti,
Freddie Wadling,
Lungfish,
Wire,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.