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 Thailand and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Stereo Dub to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Lalann,
Grandmaster Flash,
Organ,
Jeff Lynne,
Deakin,
Nico,
David McCallum,
Radiohead,
Tim Buckley,
Loose Ends,
The Trojans,
Barrington Levy,
Kenny Larkin,
Terrestrial Tones,
John Coltrane,
U.S. Maple,
Masters at Work,
Graham Central Station,
R.M.O.,
Nirvana,
Shoche,
Peter and Kerry,
Delon & Dalcan,
Johnny Clarke,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Yaz,
Moby Grape,
Max Romeo,
John Lydon,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Anthony Braxton,
The Dave Clark Five,
Robert Hood,
Stereo Dub,
Mark Hollis,
Half Japanese,
Aswad,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Roger Hodgson,
Cybotron,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Marshall Jefferson,
Schoolly D,
Amon Düül II,
Black Flag,
Brass Construction,
Audionom,
Soft Cell,
Sandy B,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Unrelated Segments,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Wings,
Janne Schatter,
Lakeside,
Bob Dylan,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Cowsills,
Deadbeat,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.