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 Swaziland and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Franke to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
The Fuzztones,
Kurtis Blow,
Quando Quango,
Cluster,
Minutemen,
Hot Snakes,
Drexciya,
Archie Shepp,
Warsaw,
The Selecter,
Ultra Naté,
Delon & Dalcan,
Motorama,
Nik Kershaw,
Lower 48,
Outsiders,
Yaz,
MC5,
Bill Wells,
Quadrant,
LL Cool J,
Bronski Beat,
Roy Ayers,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Associates,
FM Einheit,
The Star Department,
A Certain Ratio,
Tres Demented,
Fluxion,
Jawbox,
Sugar Minott,
Pere Ubu,
Bob Dylan,
Maleditus Sound,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jesper Dahlback,
Brand Nubian,
Fad Gadget,
Roxette,
The Grass Roots,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kool Moe Dee,
Qualms,
Letta Mbulu,
The Buckinghams,
Electric Prunes,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Moleskins,
Stereo Dub,
Lyres,
Hasil Adkins,
Sight & Sound,
Soulsonic Force,
The United States of America,
The Doors,
Technova,
Adolescents,
Symarip,
Hardrive,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.