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 Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe 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 One Last Wish to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stockholm Monsters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bob Dylan,
Junior Murvin,
Boogie Down Productions,
Marc Almond,
Stockholm Monsters,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Beau Brummels,
Erykah Badu,
Absolute Body Control,
Bang On A Can,
R.M.O.,
Todd Terry,
Roxy Music,
Minor Threat,
Spandau Ballet,
A Certain Ratio,
The Names,
Amazonics,
John Foxx,
Swell Maps,
Pantaleimon,
Maleditus Sound,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Flash Fearless,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Masters at Work,
Groovy Waters,
Yaz,
Ponytail,
Janne Schatter,
Man Parrish,
Brand Nubian,
Pierre Henry,
Accadde A,
Prince Buster,
Underground Resistance,
Michelle Simonal,
Technova,
Mark Hollis,
The Golliwogs,
Reagan Youth,
Donny Hathaway,
Fluxion,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Davy DMX,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bluetip,
The Birthday Party,
Siglo XX,
Pagans,
Frankie Knuckles,
John Lydon,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Depeche Mode,
Ice-T,
Guru Guru,
Slick Rick,
Von Mondo,
In Retrospect,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.