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 Moldova 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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 a-ha to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Fall. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Doors,
Inner City,
Marmalade,
LL Cool J,
The Zeros,
Delon & Dalcan,
Monks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Goldenarms,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Eyeless In Gaza,
FM Einheit,
The Alarm Clocks,
Mandrill,
Eric B and Rakim,
Max Romeo,
The Fuzztones,
Matthew Halsall,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gang of Four,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Gories,
Agent Orange,
Tropical Tobacco,
Joyce Sims,
DJ Sneak,
Radiohead,
Eric Dolphy,
The Electric Prunes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The New Christs,
David Bowie,
Arab on Radar,
8 Eyed Spy,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Association,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lee Hazlewood,
Camberwell Now,
Andrew Hill,
H. Thieme,
Alphaville,
Eli Mardock,
Toni Rubio,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Pretty Things,
The Neon Judgement,
The United States of America,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Seeds,
Youth Brigade,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.