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 Latvia and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Depeche Mode to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Black Dice record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
Spandau Ballet,
Tom Boy,
Mandrill,
kango's stein massive,
Tubeway Army,
K-Klass,
Gang of Four,
Circle Jerks,
Easy Going,
Main Source,
Nation of Ulysses,
Terry Callier,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Zapp,
Wally Richardson,
Ronan,
The Five Americans,
Bobby Byrd,
The Zeros,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Dual Sessions,
a-ha,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Angels of Light,
Smog,
Minor Threat,
Minny Pops,
Hashim,
Flipper,
The Walker Brothers,
Marmalade,
The Slackers,
Pagans,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Television,
Arab on Radar,
The Shadows of Knight,
Alice Coltrane,
John Lydon,
The Associates,
The Invisible,
Au Pairs,
Masters at Work,
Andrew Hill,
The Techniques,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lou Christie,
June Days,
Bush Tetras,
Nas,
Anthony Braxton,
Ultravox,
Gang Gang Dance,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Barclay James Harvest,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Man Parrish,
D'Angelo,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.