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 Comoros 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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Newcleus to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
Matthew Halsall,
Throbbing Gristle,
Little Man,
The Star Department,
The Wake,
Moebius,
The Residents,
Connie Case,
Oneida,
Pharoah Sanders,
Man Eating Sloth,
Freddie Wadling,
Underground Resistance,
Prince Buster,
Brick,
Audionom,
Radio Birdman,
These Immortal Souls,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Funkadelic,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Slits,
Anakelly,
Royal Trux,
Aaron Thompson,
Brass Construction,
Los Fastidios,
the Fania All-Stars,
Q65,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Y Pants,
Electric Prunes,
Dave Gahan,
Kerri Chandler,
Suburban Knight,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Intrusion,
Sparks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Smog,
Ronan,
Aloha Tigers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Camouflage,
Joyce Sims,
Althea and Donna,
R.M.O.,
The Litter,
Theoretical Girls,
Ludus,
Groovy Waters,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Durutti Column,
Stetsasonic,
Darondo,
Harpers Bizarre,
Easy Going,
The United States of America,
The Zeros,
Colin Newman,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.