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 Ukraine and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 chamberlin 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
B.T. Express,
Jacques Brel,
Young Marble Giants,
Curtis Mayfield,
Funkadelic,
The Dead C,
La Düsseldorf,
Von Mondo,
Al Stewart,
Lyres,
Delta 5,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Shadows of Knight,
Masters at Work,
Yellowson,
Brand Nubian,
Nirvana,
Scan 7,
The Gories,
Duran Duran,
Qualms,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Soul II Soul,
The New Christs,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
David Bowie,
Oneida,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Yaz,
The Skatalites,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Names,
The Kinks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Arthur Verocai,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Nik Kershaw,
Excepter,
Das Ding,
The Flesh Eaters,
Soul Sonic Force,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Scratch Acid,
Radiopuhelimet,
Leonard Cohen,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sun City Girls,
the Sonics,
Yusef Lateef,
Khruangbin,
Thompson Twins,
Michelle Simonal,
Organ,
Todd Terry,
Delon & Dalcan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Gun Club,
a-ha,
Fad Gadget,
Toni Rubio,
Wings,
Cameo,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.