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 Iraq and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Negative Approach to the jazz 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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
The Buckinghams,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rosa Yemen,
Kas Product,
Thee Headcoats,
Franke,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Flash Fearless,
DJ Style,
Section 25,
One Last Wish,
The Evens,
The Gladiators,
The Young Rascals,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Erasure,
Tres Demented,
Arthur Verocai,
Gil Scott Heron,
Davy DMX,
Scott Walker,
Smog,
Bobby Womack,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Moody Blues,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Red Krayola,
Faust,
Motorama,
X-Ray Spex,
Vainqueur,
The Zeros,
Whodini,
Fela Kuti,
Bronski Beat,
Quadrant,
The Raincoats,
Schoolly D,
The Gap Band,
Altered Images,
New York Dolls,
Wasted Youth,
Dave Gahan,
China Crisis,
Electric Prunes,
Hashim,
MC5,
David Axelrod,
Drexciya,
Scientists,
Desert Stars,
Visage,
The Standells,
The Seeds,
Crooked Eye,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Move,
10cc,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.