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 Botswana and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Pulsallama to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ituana,
The Red Krayola,
The Knickerbockers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Neil Young,
Hardrive,
Joe Smooth,
The Human League,
Tim Buckley,
Crooked Eye,
Andrew Hill,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eddi Front,
James White and The Blacks,
Black Bananas,
Bang On A Can,
The Evens,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jeff Lynne,
Man Eating Sloth,
Black Sheep,
Laurel Aitken,
Sällskapet,
June of 44,
DJ Sneak,
Hot Snakes,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Mojo Men,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Grass Roots,
The Happenings,
Maleditus Sound,
Henry Cow,
Janne Schatter,
Lebanon Hanover,
Urselle,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lindisfarne,
Monks,
Rakim,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Theoretical Girls,
The Walker Brothers,
The Smiths,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Section 25,
World's Most,
the Sonics,
La Düsseldorf,
Schoolly D,
New Age Steppers,
Panda Bear,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rufus Thomas,
Gong,
Max Romeo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic.
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.