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 Spain and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Nirvana to the techno 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bob Dylan,
Bluetip,
Ultravox,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jacques Brel,
The Moleskins,
Cymande,
The Happenings,
James White and The Blacks,
Trumans Water,
The Gun Club,
MC5,
Jeff Mills,
Wally Richardson,
Alice Coltrane,
Sällskapet,
Black Moon,
The Monochrome Set,
Joe Finger,
The Five Americans,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Oblivians,
Massinfluence,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pet Shop Boys,
Eurythmics,
Grandmaster Flash,
Liliput,
Country Teasers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Dave Gahan,
The Residents,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Stooges,
Public Image Ltd.,
Judy Mowatt,
Eddi Front,
Talk Talk,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Motorama,
Stockholm Monsters,
June of 44,
Lou Reed,
Spoonie Gee,
Faust,
8 Eyed Spy,
Khruangbin,
Basic Channel,
Michelle Simonal,
Zapp,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Fluxion,
Das Ding,
Sixth Finger,
Juan Atkins,
Prince Buster,
Gang Gang Dance,
Janne Schatter,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.