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 Mozambique and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Edmonton.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Mummies to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bill Wells,
The Electric Prunes,
The Slits,
Gabor Szabo,
Absolute Body Control,
Little Man,
Tres Demented,
Kas Product,
One Last Wish,
Radio Birdman,
The Seeds,
DJ Sneak,
Chris & Cosey,
Qualms,
Don Cherry,
A Certain Ratio,
Faraquet,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Dorothy Ashby,
Curtis Mayfield,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Suicide,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
MDC,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Faust,
Jimmy McGriff,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Invisible,
Whodini,
These Immortal Souls,
Half Japanese,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Fania All-Stars,
Yaz,
Matthew Bourne,
Sarah Menescal,
The Gories,
Eden Ahbez,
Bush Tetras,
Gang of Four,
Depeche Mode,
Section 25,
Lou Reed,
Sonny Sharrock,
Fluxion,
Rapeman,
The New Christs,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lou Christie,
Motorama,
Ten City,
Cheater Slicks,
Banda Bassotti,
Japan,
Hot Snakes,
The Doobie Brothers,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.