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 Bangladesh and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
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 F. McDonald to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Robert Hood,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Dead C,
Patti Smith,
Rites of Spring,
Man Eating Sloth,
Camberwell Now,
The Angels of Light,
Magma,
Suicide,
X-102,
Spoonie Gee,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Easy Going,
Judy Mowatt,
The Smiths,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Tres Demented,
The Motions,
JFA,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sun Ra,
Roger Hodgson,
Anakelly,
Thee Headcoats,
Radiopuhelimet,
Agitation Free,
DNA,
Janne Schatter,
Minutemen,
Inner City,
Aural Exciters,
Kaleidoscope,
Make Up,
Boogie Down Productions,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Zeros,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Index,
Dark Day,
AZ,
Erykah Badu,
Piero Umiliani,
The Martian,
Brass Construction,
Newcleus,
T. Rex,
The Mojo Men,
Surgeon,
Silicon Teens,
The Selecter,
Organ,
Youth Brigade,
Sixth Finger,
A Certain Ratio,
The Divine Comedy,
Henry Cow,
Chrome,
Black Bananas,
Kerri Chandler,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.