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 Nicaragua and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Toasters 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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
Faraquet,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Skriet,
Average White Band,
Brass Construction,
Grauzone,
The Slackers,
The Knickerbockers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Birthday Party,
Rosa Yemen,
Tres Demented,
Oblivians,
ABC,
Marine Girls,
Erykah Badu,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lalann,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Flipper,
Bobby Hutcherson,
a-ha,
Soulsonic Force,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lou Reed,
Au Pairs,
Gastr Del Sol,
Roxy Music,
Soul II Soul,
Eddi Front,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Nation of Ulysses,
Morten Harket,
Dawn Penn,
The Smiths,
The Remains,
Grandmaster Flash,
Black Sheep,
The Evens,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pere Ubu,
Heaven 17,
Amon Düül II,
Underground Resistance,
Freddie Wadling,
Scientists,
The J.B.'s,
Fluxion,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Black Dice,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Robert Hood,
Pagans,
Ralphi Rosario,
Susan Cadogan,
Faust,
These Immortal Souls,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.