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 Ireland and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 DJ Style to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
Rod Modell,
Negative Approach,
The Blues Magoos,
Bobby Womack,
Mandrill,
Sun Ra,
Public Image Ltd.,
Anakelly,
Little Man,
The Music Machine,
The Golliwogs,
Fugazi,
EPMD,
The Trojans,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rosa Yemen,
Young Marble Giants,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kenny Larkin,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Fire Engines,
Godley & Creme,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Joey Negro,
Josef K,
John Lydon,
Icehouse,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Fifty Foot Hose,
E-Dancer,
Surgeon,
Yusef Lateef,
Quantec,
Soft Cell,
Bauhaus,
Dual Sessions,
Simply Red,
Sister Nancy,
the Bar-Kays,
Agitation Free,
The Angels of Light,
The Cowsills,
Pussy Galore,
Symarip,
Black Moon,
Fat Boys,
Aswad,
Wings,
The Searchers,
Suicide,
Barrington Levy,
The Fall,
X-101,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Zero Boys,
Althea and Donna,
Saccharine Trust,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.