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 Nauru and from Beijing.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Juan Atkins to the grime 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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lindisfarne,
Vainqueur,
Scion,
The Electric Prunes,
Radio Birdman,
Flamin' Groovies,
Traffic Nightmare,
Zapp,
Cybotron,
Eurythmics,
Sex Pistols,
The Trojans,
Talk Talk,
Aloha Tigers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bronski Beat,
The Buckinghams,
Marine Girls,
The Red Krayola,
Aural Exciters,
Colin Newman,
Cal Tjader,
Matthew Bourne,
Massinfluence,
Ronan,
Man Eating Sloth,
48th St. Collective,
Bad Manners,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gong,
Brass Construction,
The Fall,
Boz Scaggs,
The Young Rascals,
The Knickerbockers,
The Names,
Pantytec,
Magazine,
Loose Ends,
The Leaves,
The Smiths,
Michelle Simonal,
Frankie Knuckles,
Camouflage,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Niagra,
Liliput,
The Cramps,
The American Breed,
Stereo Dub,
The Dave Clark Five,
Desert Stars,
The Count Five,
Inner City,
Harmonia,
John Holt,
The Moody Blues,
Shoche,
Roxy Music,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.