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 Kenya and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Stockholm.
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 rhodes 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 Nick Fraelich to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Gang Starr,
The United States of America,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Heaven 17,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Delon & Dalcan,
Stiv Bators,
The Move,
Nas,
Stereo Dub,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sound Behaviour,
Fela Kuti,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rotary Connection,
Gang Green,
Shoche,
Sam Rivers,
Dave Gahan,
Leonard Cohen,
Howard Jones,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eve St. Jones,
Scan 7,
Interpol,
The Happenings,
Marshall Jefferson,
Scion,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Doors,
Fad Gadget,
UT,
Lindisfarne,
Soft Cell,
Tomorrow,
Dennis Brown,
Scratch Acid,
Susan Cadogan,
Pagans,
AZ,
The Monochrome Set,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kayak,
Moebius,
Oneida,
Minnie Riperton,
Arthur Verocai,
Jawbox,
The Selecter,
U.S. Maple,
Scientists,
Ituana,
Crispy Ambulance,
Piero Umiliani,
Quantec,
Eurythmics,
a-ha,
H. Thieme,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.