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 Albania and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Drexciya to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
ABBA,
The Pretty Things,
The J.B.'s,
Pussy Galore,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Germs,
Scan 7,
John Holt,
Youth Brigade,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Organ,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Essential Logic,
D'Angelo,
Easy Going,
Angry Samoans,
Icehouse,
Jandek,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ultra Naté,
Pagans,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rod Modell,
Mantronix,
The Names,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Black Dice,
The Happenings,
Roy Ayers,
Babytalk,
Joe Smooth,
Eric Dolphy,
These Immortal Souls,
The Last Poets,
The Mummies,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
X-101,
Todd Terry,
The Barracudas,
Charles Mingus,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Black Flag,
Bill Wells,
June of 44,
Matthew Bourne,
Fear,
Scrapy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ronnie Foster,
Fela Kuti,
Sarah Menescal,
Pet Shop Boys,
Neu!,
The Gladiators,
Schoolly D,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Altered Images,
Chrome,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kayak,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rosa Yemen,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.