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 Gabon and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 synthesizer 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 Kevin Saunderson to the techno 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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Pantaleimon,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kerrie Biddell,
Mars,
The Neon Judgement,
Radiopuhelimet,
ABC,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sister Nancy,
T.S.O.L.,
Sex Pistols,
The Gladiators,
Electric Prunes,
The Count Five,
Lalann,
Jeru the Damaja,
Arthur Verocai,
Spoonie Gee,
Technova,
Freddie Wadling,
DJ Sneak,
Black Bananas,
Black Pus,
Man Parrish,
The Pretty Things,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Andrew Hill,
The Residents,
Neu!,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Maurizio,
The Music Machine,
One Last Wish,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Aural Exciters,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Real Kids,
The Cure,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Cecil Taylor,
Bootsy Collins,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Glambeats Corp.,
LL Cool J,
Black Moon,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ice-T,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Glenn Branca,
Accadde A,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
John Foxx,
Mission of Burma,
Soul II Soul,
Grey Daturas,
Marc Almond,
Procol Harum,
The Evens,
Monks,
The Golliwogs,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.