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 Algeria and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 linndrum 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 Mission of Burma to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Spoonie Gee,
John Foxx,
X-102,
Lightning Bolt,
Essential Logic,
Crime,
Wasted Youth,
Von Mondo,
Young Marble Giants,
Eddi Front,
Pet Shop Boys,
One Last Wish,
Throbbing Gristle,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Leonard Cohen,
Rufus Thomas,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kevin Saunderson,
Tropical Tobacco,
Heaven 17,
Prince Buster,
Danielle Patucci,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jawbox,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Aaron Thompson,
La Düsseldorf,
The Vogues,
FM Einheit,
The Gap Band,
Pantytec,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
R.M.O.,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Misunderstood,
Harmonia,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Erykah Badu,
Bang On A Can,
Stetsasonic,
Laurel Aitken,
the Normal,
Monolake,
Kerrie Biddell,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Fugs,
Eve St. Jones,
Public Enemy,
The Selecter,
Byron Stingily,
The Star Department,
Bobby Byrd,
Fad Gadget,
The Busters,
Oneida,
Barrington Levy,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.