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 Saudi Arabia and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Flipper to the grunge 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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
Nirvana,
Bobby Byrd,
Brass Construction,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Barracudas,
David Bowie,
The Searchers,
The Trojans,
Guru Guru,
Todd Rundgren,
Arcadia,
Morten Harket,
David Axelrod,
Circle Jerks,
Gang of Four,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Anakelly,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Stockholm Monsters,
R.M.O.,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Masters at Work,
Don Cherry,
Jeff Lynne,
New Order,
Boogie Down Productions,
Marshall Jefferson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Hoover,
Crooked Eye,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sparks,
The Last Poets,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bobby Womack,
Peter & Gordon,
The Fortunes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
L. Decosne,
Second Layer,
Cameo,
Alphaville,
The Leaves,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Duran Duran,
Stereo Dub,
Ronnie Foster,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Flash Fearless,
Audionom,
The Names,
Rod Modell,
Black Bananas,
Jeff Mills,
Unrelated Segments,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.