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 Italy and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Winnipeg.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro 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 Sex Pistols to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
The Slits,
Neil Young,
Suicide,
Gang Gang Dance,
Andrew Hill,
Loose Ends,
Cybotron,
Delon & Dalcan,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Beau Brummels,
Camberwell Now,
The Kinks,
Leonard Cohen,
Ludus,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Trojans,
The J.B.'s,
Gang Starr,
Patti Smith,
Q and Not U,
Frankie Knuckles,
Popol Vuh,
Barrington Levy,
Boogie Down Productions,
Simply Red,
Ice-T,
Tubeway Army,
John Cale,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Birthday Party,
World's Most,
Soft Cell,
Country Teasers,
Neu!,
Traffic Nightmare,
Cymande,
Kaleidoscope,
The Mojo Men,
Drexciya,
Depeche Mode,
Ossler,
Audionom,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Connie Case,
Josef K,
New Age Steppers,
The Moody Blues,
Youth Brigade,
Harpers Bizarre,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Martian,
Lungfish,
Niagra,
The Associates,
L. Decosne,
Michelle Simonal,
the Soft Cell,
Archie Shepp,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Motorama,
Quadrant,
Accadde A,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.