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 Korea North and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the crunk 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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
Soft Machine,
Susan Cadogan,
T.S.O.L.,
Rod Modell,
Aloha Tigers,
Make Up,
Youth Brigade,
Eli Mardock,
Adolescents,
Pantytec,
Sandy B,
Hasil Adkins,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Charles Mingus,
MDC,
David Axelrod,
Archie Shepp,
Suburban Knight,
Max Romeo,
the Bar-Kays,
John Cale,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Sound,
Crime,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Radio Birdman,
Carl Craig,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Interpol,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Basic Channel,
B.T. Express,
The Martian,
The Star Department,
The Move,
Franke,
Half Japanese,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Sonics,
The Pop Group,
Frankie Knuckles,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Mr. Review,
Stockholm Monsters,
Newcleus,
The Monochrome Set,
Mars,
Camberwell Now,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Barracudas,
Nation of Ulysses,
Toni Rubio,
Spoonie Gee,
Dennis Brown,
T. Rex,
Dark Day,
Kevin Saunderson,
Man Parrish,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.