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 Slovenia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 808 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the jazz 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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
The Electric Prunes,
DJ Style,
John Holt,
Lucky Dragons,
Moebius,
Heaven 17,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lakeside,
Young Marble Giants,
Blake Baxter,
Electric Prunes,
Soft Cell,
The Offenders,
The Index,
The Toasters,
Schoolly D,
Roxette,
The Gladiators,
Suicide,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Model 500,
Fat Boys,
Todd Terry,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
8 Eyed Spy,
Johnny Clarke,
Nik Kershaw,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Blossom Toes,
F. McDonald,
Scion,
One Last Wish,
Niagra,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Barrington Levy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Yaz,
Barbara Tucker,
DJ Sneak,
Albert Ayler,
Moss Icon,
Don Cherry,
LL Cool J,
Arcadia,
Barry Ungar,
FM Einheit,
Lee Hazlewood,
Harry Pussy,
Sam Rivers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Dawn Penn,
Ronan,
Quando Quango,
Mars,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Fugs,
Wasted Youth,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.