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 South and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
kango's stein massive,
Glenn Branca,
Sex Pistols,
The Angels of Light,
Rod Modell,
Blake Baxter,
MDC,
Pet Shop Boys,
Unwound,
cv313,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rapeman,
The Cowsills,
Fad Gadget,
Los Fastidios,
The Durutti Column,
Motorama,
Erykah Badu,
Hoover,
Joy Division,
Alphaville,
Clear Light,
Spandau Ballet,
The Sound,
The Mojo Men,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Knickerbockers,
Jawbox,
The Divine Comedy,
Jeff Mills,
Flamin' Groovies,
Faust,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lower 48,
Pere Ubu,
the Germs,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Invisible,
Black Moon,
Dorothy Ashby,
Eden Ahbez,
Stiv Bators,
Aaron Thompson,
Bauhaus,
New Order,
Erasure,
It's A Beautiful Day,
CMW,
Sun City Girls,
PIL,
Minny Pops,
The Count Five,
Sixth Finger,
Alison Limerick,
Mary Jane Girls,
Dual Sessions,
Rakim,
Pylon,
Hardrive,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.