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 Iceland and from Portland.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ultravox 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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
The Invisible,
Fad Gadget,
Bang On A Can,
The Grass Roots,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ponytail,
Kool Moe Dee,
Mad Mike,
Rites of Spring,
Lindisfarne,
Crime,
Spandau Ballet,
John Cale,
Model 500,
Jacques Brel,
Joy Division,
The Real Kids,
Archie Shepp,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Porter Ricks,
The Sound,
Technova,
Mo-Dettes,
Eric Copeland,
Duran Duran,
Faust,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Victims,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Motions,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Metal Thangz,
Heaven 17,
Barbara Tucker,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Radiohead,
Infiniti,
Black Pus,
Derrick May,
Todd Terry,
The Blackbyrds,
Kevin Saunderson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Fortunes,
Scratch Acid,
Underground Resistance,
Severed Heads,
F. McDonald,
John Lydon,
Warsaw,
Todd Rundgren,
Fear,
Q and Not U,
Stockholm Monsters,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Eric Dolphy,
Eden Ahbez,
Simply Red,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.