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 Argentina and from Jakarta.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 marimba 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 Stereo Dub to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Marcia Griffiths,
UT,
The Alarm Clocks,
Mantronix,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Shadows of Knight,
Camberwell Now,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The New Christs,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bob Dylan,
Donald Byrd,
The Blues Magoos,
Scrapy,
Wire,
Hasil Adkins,
Yellowson,
Crispian St. Peters,
Marvin Gaye,
Easy Going,
John Holt,
Crispy Ambulance,
Trumans Water,
Yusef Lateef,
Vainqueur,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Fatback Band,
DNA,
Severed Heads,
The Tremeloes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Zapp,
Howard Jones,
Lebanon Hanover,
Moby Grape,
Don Cherry,
The Smiths,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Popol Vuh,
The Birthday Party,
X-101,
Rufus Thomas,
Gichy Dan,
Pere Ubu,
Underground Resistance,
Jimmy McGriff,
Aloha Tigers,
Eric Dolphy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Qualms,
The Young Rascals,
Lalann,
Pulsallama,
Henry Cow,
Los Fastidios,
Tres Demented,
Kerrie Biddell,
Stetsasonic,
Minor Threat,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.