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 Jamaica and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mumbai.
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 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 Mo-Dettes to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Flash Fearless,
The Zeros,
Angry Samoans,
Sex Pistols,
The Buckinghams,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Agent Orange,
The Durutti Column,
The Cowsills,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kas Product,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ornette Coleman,
The Blackbyrds,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Thompson Twins,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kevin Saunderson,
Shuggie Otis,
Tubeway Army,
Derrick Morgan,
Niagra,
Arcadia,
Eurythmics,
Tears for Fears,
The Busters,
The Pop Group,
Alton Ellis,
Joyce Sims,
Isaac Hayes,
Colin Newman,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lungfish,
Vladislav Delay,
Stiv Bators,
Aswad,
Tropical Tobacco,
Porter Ricks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Average White Band,
Nas,
the Bar-Kays,
Althea and Donna,
Marshall Jefferson,
Q and Not U,
Das Ding,
Bill Near,
The Wake,
Sugar Minott,
Hasil Adkins,
Nils Olav,
JFA,
The Doors,
the Association,
Nico,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.