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 Tehran.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Cairo.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 The Fire Engines to the crunk 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris & Cosey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
Sparks,
Leonard Cohen,
MC5,
Peter & Gordon,
Jesper Dahlback,
Goldenarms,
The Knickerbockers,
Heaven 17,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Standells,
The Monochrome Set,
Crooked Eye,
Excepter,
Jerry's Kids,
Bush Tetras,
Magma,
Connie Case,
Black Moon,
Matthew Bourne,
The Zeros,
Roger Hodgson,
Chrome,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Andrew Hill,
David Axelrod,
Minnie Riperton,
Man Parrish,
Nirvana,
Mad Mike,
Saccharine Trust,
The Cure,
The Fugs,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Schoolly D,
Bluetip,
Oneida,
The Happenings,
June Days,
Young Marble Giants,
Drexciya,
Erasure,
Iggy Pop,
Das Ding,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Tears for Fears,
Icehouse,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Alphaville,
Kurtis Blow,
The Martian,
Brick,
Godley & Creme,
Reuben Wilson,
Radiohead,
Josef K,
Mo-Dettes,
the Association,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.