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 San Marino and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Holger Czukay 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 Lalo Schifrin to the electroclash 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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Ludus,
The Toasters,
Easy Going,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Wings,
The Skatalites,
the Fania All-Stars,
the Bar-Kays,
Tommy Roe,
Patti Smith,
Bobby Byrd,
Oblivians,
Bob Dylan,
Masters at Work,
Robert Görl,
Morten Harket,
Roxette,
David Axelrod,
KRS-One,
Rapeman,
Technova,
Livin' Joy,
Joyce Sims,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kevin Saunderson,
Wolf Eyes,
Negative Approach,
X-Ray Spex,
Lou Reed,
Mission of Burma,
Shoche,
Whodini,
Sugar Minott,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lee Hazlewood,
Cecil Taylor,
Deakin,
Panda Bear,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Pretty Things,
The Offenders,
Isaac Hayes,
Bobby Womack,
Howard Jones,
Laurel Aitken,
Pet Shop Boys,
Scan 7,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Nick Fraelich,
Reagan Youth,
Radio Birdman,
K-Klass,
Altered Images,
Ten City,
The Stooges,
Monolake,
Josef K,
Skriet,
Minutemen,
The Slackers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Gun Club,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.