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 Cuba and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
Sam Rivers,
Bad Manners,
Make Up,
Man Eating Sloth,
cv313,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Music Machine,
Au Pairs,
Cybotron,
Sun Ra,
Wings,
Swans,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Brothers Johnson,
Arthur Verocai,
Quantec,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Searchers,
Marmalade,
Joensuu 1685,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gong,
The Dave Clark Five,
Funky Four + One,
Livin' Joy,
The Sonics,
X-102,
The Trojans,
The Standells,
The Moody Blues,
Bill Wells,
Boogie Down Productions,
Hardrive,
Yusef Lateef,
Minny Pops,
Surgeon,
Television Personalities,
Quando Quango,
The Cowsills,
Jacob Miller,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Neon Judgement,
Leonard Cohen,
10cc,
Roxette,
Skriet,
the Bar-Kays,
Freddie Wadling,
Sexual Harrassment,
the Fania All-Stars,
Mark Hollis,
Agitation Free,
Niagra,
Jacques Brel,
Minor Threat,
Throbbing Gristle,
Tim Buckley,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Grass Roots,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.