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 Saudi Arabia and from Johannesburg.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 synthesizer 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 Wally Richardson 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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
Babytalk,
Depeche Mode,
Yaz,
Tubeway Army,
Erykah Badu,
John Lydon,
Agitation Free,
Davy DMX,
10cc,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Infiniti,
Q and Not U,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Dead C,
The Count Five,
Slick Rick,
Ohio Players,
The Divine Comedy,
Prince Buster,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Surgeon,
Pussy Galore,
Dave Gahan,
Pagans,
The Gories,
The United States of America,
Suburban Knight,
EPMD,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bronski Beat,
Jeff Lynne,
Judy Mowatt,
8 Eyed Spy,
Nik Kershaw,
Toni Rubio,
Los Fastidios,
Gichy Dan,
Procol Harum,
Jimmy McGriff,
Faraquet,
The Cowsills,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Invisible,
Fat Boys,
Audionom,
Lou Christie,
Marvin Gaye,
Shuggie Otis,
Simply Red,
Ossler,
Man Eating Sloth,
Flash Fearless,
U.S. Maple,
The Red Krayola,
Japan,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
cv313,
Magma,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Delon & Dalcan,
Roxette,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.