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 Vietnam and from Woodstock.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Edmonton.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Fad Gadget to the grunge 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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Henry Cow,
Barclay James Harvest,
Siglo XX,
Pharoah Sanders,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lyres,
Terrestrial Tones,
Whodini,
Isaac Hayes,
Toni Rubio,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Black Bananas,
Tres Demented,
Oneida,
Pole,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Smiths,
Yazoo,
Reuben Wilson,
Jeff Mills,
Amon Düül II,
Vainqueur,
Rosa Yemen,
Graham Central Station,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Prince Buster,
The American Breed,
Kurtis Blow,
Jimmy McGriff,
Laurel Aitken,
Con Funk Shun,
the Human League,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Livin' Joy,
Avey Tare,
Nico,
Glambeats Corp.,
Shuggie Otis,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Fuzztones,
Sixth Finger,
Mars,
Section 25,
Rapeman,
Morten Harket,
Tom Boy,
Connie Case,
DJ Sneak,
Interpol,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Cowsills,
Moebius,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Newcleus,
Japan,
Simply Red,
The Techniques,
Bush Tetras,
Drive Like Jehu,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.