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 Lyon.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 harpsichord 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the electroclash 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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
The Gladiators,
Sex Pistols,
Funky Four + One,
The Five Americans,
Sparks,
Ohio Players,
Ponytail,
Bobby Byrd,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pet Shop Boys,
Soft Machine,
Japan,
Idris Muhammad,
June Days,
Talk Talk,
Yellowson,
Unrelated Segments,
Los Fastidios,
The Blues Magoos,
David Axelrod,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Josef K,
Skriet,
Brass Construction,
Neil Young,
Thee Headcoats,
Monks,
Erykah Badu,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Massinfluence,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Piero Umiliani,
Susan Cadogan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Black Flag,
Country Teasers,
Pussy Galore,
Theoretical Girls,
Y Pants,
Roger Hodgson,
Camouflage,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Depeche Mode,
The Golliwogs,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Brothers Johnson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sarah Menescal,
ABBA,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pylon,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Happenings,
World's Most,
Popol Vuh,
John Cale,
The Music Machine,
The Slackers,
Echospace,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.