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 Greece and from Johannesburg.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Cybotron to the grunge 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 Normal. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
the Swans,
Camberwell Now,
The Fire Engines,
Mo-Dettes,
Aswad,
Panda Bear,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gang Gang Dance,
Index,
F. McDonald,
Ice-T,
Matthew Bourne,
Sam Rivers,
Eden Ahbez,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Nirvana,
Albert Ayler,
Neu!,
Cal Tjader,
Agent Orange,
Eric Copeland,
The Skatalites,
Fatback Band,
Roxy Music,
Zero Boys,
Nas,
Absolute Body Control,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Yaz,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Morten Harket,
Tom Boy,
Soft Machine,
Kerri Chandler,
Max Romeo,
Pylon,
Country Teasers,
The Kinks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
New York Dolls,
CMW,
Rosa Yemen,
Wasted Youth,
Wally Richardson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rufus Thomas,
Warren Ellis,
Gong,
Black Bananas,
Peter & Gordon,
Kevin Saunderson,
Spoonie Gee,
Sight & Sound,
Sister Nancy,
Blancmange,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pere Ubu,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.