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 United States and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Blancmange to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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 Durutti Column,
The Residents,
The Searchers,
Negative Approach,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Dennis Brown,
The Knickerbockers,
Boredoms,
Freddie Wadling,
Prince Buster,
Bang On A Can,
Nico,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Reagan Youth,
Rod Modell,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Slave,
Bobby Womack,
Minutemen,
Lakeside,
Minor Threat,
Marvin Gaye,
Vainqueur,
Schoolly D,
The Star Department,
The Index,
The Golliwogs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Evens,
Ten City,
MDC,
The Saints,
Swans,
EPMD,
Jesper Dahlback,
June Days,
The Happenings,
Jeru the Damaja,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Skatalites,
Kenny Larkin,
Shuggie Otis,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Circle Jerks,
Guru Guru,
Rotary Connection,
The Birthday Party,
Essential Logic,
Stetsasonic,
Nas,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
PIL,
The Shadows of Knight,
Cluster,
Cymande,
the Human League,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
John Lydon,
Subhumans,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.