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 Denmark and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 snare 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 Stetsasonic to the rap 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 The Move. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Whodini,
Flash Fearless,
Archie Shepp,
The Searchers,
Neil Young,
The Gories,
New Order,
Janne Schatter,
The Slits,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Y Pants,
Visage,
Spoonie Gee,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
June Days,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Donald Byrd,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gang of Four,
Hasil Adkins,
Von Mondo,
Royal Trux,
The Beau Brummels,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pole,
Scan 7,
Supertramp,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Khruangbin,
Procol Harum,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
AZ,
Arthur Verocai,
Eric Dolphy,
Jeff Lynne,
Peter and Kerry,
Bob Dylan,
K-Klass,
Outsiders,
The Walker Brothers,
Unwound,
Bobby Womack,
Scion,
Babytalk,
Moss Icon,
Q65,
Drexciya,
Stetsasonic,
Crooked Eye,
Josef K,
the Soft Cell,
Mad Mike,
Blake Baxter,
Gabor Szabo,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Mummies,
Tubeway Army,
Cybotron,
Flipper,
Dennis Brown,
Al Stewart,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.