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 Uganda and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Shuggie Otis to the punk 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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Saccharine Trust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
H. Thieme,
Kevin Saunderson,
Idris Muhammad,
Main Source,
Soft Machine,
Mission of Burma,
The Fire Engines,
Bad Manners,
Jeff Lynne,
Joey Negro,
Fela Kuti,
Camberwell Now,
Cymande,
Gil Scott Heron,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Little Man,
Wire,
Josef K,
Popol Vuh,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Derrick May,
Bang On A Can,
Isaac Hayes,
Suburban Knight,
Ituana,
Scratch Acid,
Thompson Twins,
Soul II Soul,
DJ Style,
Schoolly D,
The Slits,
Gregory Isaacs,
Country Teasers,
Icehouse,
The Raincoats,
CMW,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Cybotron,
Average White Band,
Royal Trux,
Quantec,
Colin Newman,
Dave Gahan,
Parry Music,
Crash Course in Science,
James White and The Blacks,
Darondo,
Graham Central Station,
London Community Gospel Choir,
ABBA,
Nico,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Man Parrish,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pere Ubu,
Althea and Donna,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.