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 Niger and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 harpsichord 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
Pussy Galore,
Stetsasonic,
D'Angelo,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kenny Larkin,
The Real Kids,
Reagan Youth,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Neon Judgement,
Black Bananas,
Aswad,
The Toasters,
ABBA,
Popol Vuh,
Robert Görl,
The Dave Clark Five,
Arab on Radar,
World's Most,
The Fortunes,
Camouflage,
Loose Ends,
New Age Steppers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bizarre Inc.,
John Coltrane,
Unwound,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sarah Menescal,
Public Enemy,
Brass Construction,
Todd Terry,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Susan Cadogan,
Funkadelic,
The Litter,
Black Flag,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kas Product,
Technova,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Nico,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Crash Course in Science,
Model 500,
These Immortal Souls,
MDC,
Patti Smith,
The Trojans,
Bob Dylan,
The J.B.'s,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Symarip,
Index,
Country Teasers,
The Grass Roots,
Zero Boys,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Dirtbombs,
The Victims,
Urselle,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.