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 Jordan and from Philadelphia.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Electric Prunes to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
OOIOO,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Harmonia,
Grey Daturas,
Black Bananas,
Sun Ra,
Lower 48,
Pole,
Aloha Tigers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pere Ubu,
Half Japanese,
Section 25,
Hardrive,
Unwound,
The Kinks,
Brass Construction,
Amon Düül II,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Angry Samoans,
Audionom,
The Last Poets,
The Trojans,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jacques Brel,
The Cure,
The Durutti Column,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Liliput,
Nirvana,
The Misunderstood,
The Barracudas,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Standells,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Buzzcocks,
Delta 5,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
London Community Gospel Choir,
James White and The Blacks,
Janne Schatter,
Q and Not U,
Tim Buckley,
Los Fastidios,
Lyres,
H. Thieme,
Judy Mowatt,
The Moleskins,
Brick,
Royal Trux,
Bang On A Can,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rhythm & Sound,
Interpol,
Model 500,
The Detroit Cobras,
The American Breed,
La Düsseldorf,
Crooked Eye,
June of 44,
The Skatalites,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.