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 Brunei and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 One Last Wish to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
Matthew Halsall,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Connie Case,
the Slits,
Toni Rubio,
Loose Ends,
The Cure,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Standells,
Infiniti,
Jacques Brel,
John Foxx,
Suburban Knight,
Gerry Rafferty,
Isaac Hayes,
Judy Mowatt,
Surgeon,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bauhaus,
Brothers Johnson,
Marmalade,
New Age Steppers,
The Angels of Light,
The Fuzztones,
Joe Smooth,
The Monochrome Set,
Aural Exciters,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Nas,
Mad Mike,
Niagra,
The Remains,
Electric Prunes,
David McCallum,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Popol Vuh,
The Vogues,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fat Boys,
Fela Kuti,
Man Eating Sloth,
Accadde A,
Television Personalities,
Kerri Chandler,
Tomorrow,
Cameo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jeff Mills,
John Holt,
Model 500,
Icehouse,
The Blues Magoos,
Scan 7,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Cybotron,
Barclay James Harvest,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Last Poets,
The Saints,
Radio Birdman,
Jacob Miller,
Bang On A Can,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.