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 Paraguay and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 arpeggiator 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 Mo-Dettes to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
Stockholm Monsters,
Mantronix,
Pierre Henry,
The Motions,
Suburban Knight,
Blancmange,
Reagan Youth,
Sun City Girls,
The Barracudas,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Thompson Twins,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Panda Bear,
The Beau Brummels,
Sun Ra,
Liliput,
Nation of Ulysses,
Das Ding,
The Knickerbockers,
Kas Product,
Loose Ends,
Todd Rundgren,
Michelle Simonal,
Graham Central Station,
Pulsallama,
Ornette Coleman,
Blake Baxter,
Radiopuhelimet,
Wings,
DNA,
The Searchers,
Man Parrish,
Slave,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rosa Yemen,
DJ Sneak,
Erykah Badu,
Index,
Hoover,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Saccharine Trust,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bad Manners,
Electric Prunes,
JFA,
Eric Copeland,
Black Bananas,
Max Romeo,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Grauzone,
Bill Wells,
Albert Ayler,
Wire,
Joey Negro,
Junior Murvin,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Massinfluence,
the Normal,
E-Dancer,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kevin Saunderson,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.