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 Israel and from London.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Stockholm.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Vainqueur to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Selecter. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
Jimmy McGriff,
Q and Not U,
X-Ray Spex,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
ABC,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Tremeloes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
H. Thieme,
Lungfish,
Harmonia,
Ten City,
The Kinks,
The Velvet Underground,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Count Five,
Tom Boy,
the Germs,
Tommy Roe,
Second Layer,
X-102,
Flash Fearless,
Goldenarms,
The Divine Comedy,
Grey Daturas,
Nils Olav,
Malaria!,
Bootsy Collins,
Piero Umiliani,
Dennis Brown,
Panda Bear,
Aaron Thompson,
Ultimate Spinach,
Letta Mbulu,
Roger Hodgson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Black Moon,
Country Teasers,
Adolescents,
Rakim,
Max Romeo,
Bill Near,
Connie Case,
The Black Dice,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jeff Mills,
Blancmange,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Crispian St. Peters,
Hoover,
Chris Corsano,
The Moody Blues,
Scrapy,
Von Mondo,
Derrick May,
Spoonie Gee,
Jeff Lynne,
The Human League,
Alphaville,
The Happenings,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.