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 Marshall Islands and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 synthesizer 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 Big Daddy Kane to the electroclash 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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
This Heat,
Mr. Review,
The Saints,
Pantytec,
Terrestrial Tones,
Junior Murvin,
Maurizio,
Wally Richardson,
The Young Rascals,
The Move,
Anthony Braxton,
Saccharine Trust,
Marc Almond,
The Gladiators,
Iggy Pop,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
One Last Wish,
The Motions,
Urselle,
Masters at Work,
Groovy Waters,
Ken Boothe,
Rekid,
Lower 48,
In Retrospect,
The Cure,
Angry Samoans,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Derrick May,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Johnny Osbourne,
Barry Ungar,
Radio Birdman,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Toni Rubio,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Blake Baxter,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The New Christs,
the Slits,
The Wake,
Sun City Girls,
Faraquet,
Al Stewart,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Model 500,
Tubeway Army,
Moby Grape,
Moebius,
Metal Thangz,
Bobby Byrd,
Bluetip,
Eve St. Jones,
Skaos,
Minor Threat,
Symarip,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Grass Roots,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
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.