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 Uganda and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Jakarta.
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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Porter Ricks to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
Lindisfarne,
Pylon,
Sex Pistols,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jacob Miller,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Beau Brummels,
Arab on Radar,
Rotary Connection,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eve St. Jones,
The Vogues,
KRS-One,
Lee Hazlewood,
The American Breed,
The Neon Judgement,
The Cure,
Ponytail,
Boogie Down Productions,
Johnny Osbourne,
D'Angelo,
Swell Maps,
Black Flag,
Radio Birdman,
Audionom,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Arthur Verocai,
Scrapy,
CMW,
Marc Almond,
The Fugs,
Jeru the Damaja,
New Order,
X-102,
Glambeats Corp.,
Saccharine Trust,
Model 500,
X-Ray Spex,
The Real Kids,
Donny Hathaway,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Liliput,
Monks,
Reagan Youth,
Chris Corsano,
Robert Görl,
Bobby Womack,
The Grass Roots,
Bobby Byrd,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ossler,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Danielle Patucci,
Hot Snakes,
MC5,
Toni Rubio,
Roxy Music,
Joyce Sims,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.