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 Mexico and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Bizarre Inc. to the techno 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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
Robert Hood,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
DJ Sneak,
Fatback Band,
Iggy Pop,
Alice Coltrane,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Darondo,
Kas Product,
Girls At Our Best!,
Marc Almond,
8 Eyed Spy,
Shuggie Otis,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Urselle,
Vladislav Delay,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mission of Burma,
Rufus Thomas,
Freddie Wadling,
Michelle Simonal,
Janne Schatter,
Can,
X-Ray Spex,
Eddi Front,
Wolf Eyes,
Pantaleimon,
The Vogues,
Pussy Galore,
Second Layer,
Drive Like Jehu,
Boz Scaggs,
Todd Rundgren,
Rapeman,
Average White Band,
The Residents,
Los Fastidios,
Ice-T,
Slave,
Crash Course in Science,
Maleditus Sound,
The Birthday Party,
Scrapy,
H. Thieme,
Black Pus,
The Modern Lovers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Yellowson,
Tim Buckley,
The Pop Group,
Desert Stars,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
R.M.O.,
Flamin' Groovies,
Index,
Jerry's Kids,
Soft Machine,
Sandy B,
Scion,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.