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 Tunisia and from Cairo.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 arpeggiator 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 Michelle Simonal to the crunk 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
The Knickerbockers,
Cameo,
Spoonie Gee,
Quando Quango,
Sound Behaviour,
The Doobie Brothers,
Tommy Roe,
Kerri Chandler,
Clear Light,
The Victims,
Leonard Cohen,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Godley & Creme,
Ultra Naté,
Dave Gahan,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rites of Spring,
Throbbing Gristle,
Swans,
Interpol,
Bush Tetras,
Essential Logic,
Black Sheep,
DJ Style,
Y Pants,
Eve St. Jones,
Dark Day,
Desert Stars,
Urselle,
Massinfluence,
Qualms,
B.T. Express,
Roxette,
Circle Jerks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Au Pairs,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Motorama,
Gabor Szabo,
The Gladiators,
Black Pus,
Delta 5,
Wolf Eyes,
Monolake,
ABC,
Slave,
Ronnie Foster,
Stetsasonic,
U.S. Maple,
Johnny Osbourne,
Yusef Lateef,
Ken Boothe,
Goldenarms,
Audionom,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Laurel Aitken,
Bang On A Can,
Nick Fraelich,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.