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 Russia and from Bremen.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the funk 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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Ten City,
DJ Style,
John Coltrane,
Eden Ahbez,
Mr. Review,
Metal Thangz,
Peter & Gordon,
Lebanon Hanover,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Marine Girls,
June Days,
Shuggie Otis,
Schoolly D,
Judy Mowatt,
The Victims,
Simply Red,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jeff Lynne,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Talk Talk,
David McCallum,
Barclay James Harvest,
D'Angelo,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Buckinghams,
Idris Muhammad,
Freddie Wadling,
Aaron Thompson,
Crispy Ambulance,
Eric B and Rakim,
New York Dolls,
Easy Going,
Skaos,
Albert Ayler,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Alarm Clocks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Terry Callier,
Gang of Four,
Public Enemy,
Sandy B,
Yusef Lateef,
Quantec,
Little Man,
Franke,
Marcia Griffiths,
Deepchord,
The Grass Roots,
Skarface,
Alice Coltrane,
Mandrill,
Tommy Roe,
Depeche Mode,
The Cramps,
Laurel Aitken,
Y Pants,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.