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 Jamaica and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Barracudas 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
Stereo Dub,
The Grass Roots,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Talk Talk,
Deepchord,
Ronan,
The Real Kids,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gang Starr,
Dawn Penn,
The Angels of Light,
The Offenders,
Popol Vuh,
Idris Muhammad,
Surgeon,
Severed Heads,
Deakin,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ultimate Spinach,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
T. Rex,
Eurythmics,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sam Rivers,
Kenny Larkin,
The Slits,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Reuben Wilson,
June of 44,
Boz Scaggs,
Stiv Bators,
Bobby Womack,
Chris Corsano,
Sound Behaviour,
Can,
Goldenarms,
Ornette Coleman,
Pere Ubu,
Soulsonic Force,
Wolf Eyes,
Suicide,
Iggy Pop,
Quando Quango,
Pantytec,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Guru Guru,
Robert Hood,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Television Personalities,
The Young Rascals,
Yusef Lateef,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Red Krayola,
The Names,
Arab on Radar,
Joensuu 1685,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.