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 Armenia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 808 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the grime 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 Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
Eric Dolphy,
Arab on Radar,
Youth Brigade,
Gil Scott Heron,
Skaos,
Peter and Kerry,
Lee Hazlewood,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Camberwell Now,
The Trojans,
June Days,
Spoonie Gee,
Leonard Cohen,
The Fuzztones,
Sugar Minott,
Robert Wyatt,
Schoolly D,
Nik Kershaw,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Barclay James Harvest,
Animal Collective,
Idris Muhammad,
Y Pants,
Subhumans,
The Techniques,
Black Pus,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Dual Sessions,
Porter Ricks,
Easy Going,
Negative Approach,
Lucky Dragons,
David Axelrod,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rites of Spring,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Blackbyrds,
X-102,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Johnny Clarke,
The Searchers,
World's Most,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ludus,
Eden Ahbez,
Adolescents,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jawbox,
Yusef Lateef,
Junior Murvin,
Eddi Front,
Silicon Teens,
Pussy Galore,
Soulsonic Force,
Wally Richardson,
Sparks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Eurythmics,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Parry Music,
The Birthday Party,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.