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 Macedonia and from Lyon.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the organ 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 Hoover to the techno 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 the Association. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway 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?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Reuben Wilson,
The Slits,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Minutemen,
Heaven 17,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Eric B and Rakim,
Aural Exciters,
Johnny Osbourne,
F. McDonald,
Henry Cow,
ABBA,
The Divine Comedy,
Suburban Knight,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jesper Dahlback,
Fela Kuti,
Los Fastidios,
Little Man,
Josef K,
Moebius,
The Angels of Light,
Robert Hood,
Eric Copeland,
Derrick May,
Radiohead,
Smog,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Livin' Joy,
Dark Day,
Essential Logic,
ABC,
Sällskapet,
Bad Manners,
Man Parrish,
Bootsy Collins,
Blancmange,
Monks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
DJ Style,
Infiniti,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Banda Bassotti,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
X-102,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Sonics,
Black Flag,
Piero Umiliani,
Juan Atkins,
Soulsonic Force,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Urselle,
In Retrospect,
Clear Light,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.