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 Ukraine and from Halifax.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the 808 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Amazonics,
Boz Scaggs,
Scrapy,
Dave Gahan,
Kenny Larkin,
the Swans,
The J.B.'s,
Lightning Bolt,
The Raincoats,
Icehouse,
Skriet,
Audionom,
Black Moon,
Idris Muhammad,
The Detroit Cobras,
Cal Tjader,
Tres Demented,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Crooked Eye,
The Sound,
Erasure,
Jeff Mills,
Shoche,
The Golliwogs,
Vainqueur,
Joey Negro,
The Monks,
Byron Stingily,
Amon Düül,
Dual Sessions,
The Doors,
Bush Tetras,
John Cale,
Country Teasers,
Depeche Mode,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eden Ahbez,
Alton Ellis,
48th St. Collective,
Slick Rick,
The Sonics,
The Names,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jesper Dahlback,
Warren Ellis,
Joe Smooth,
Lower 48,
Eric Dolphy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sonic Youth,
Pharoah Sanders,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Reuben Wilson,
U.S. Maple,
Minny Pops,
Hashim,
Jeru the Damaja,
Quantec,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.