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 Burundi and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 mellotron 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 Mo-Dettes to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
Michelle Simonal,
The Move,
Dave Gahan,
Alton Ellis,
Buzzcocks,
The Residents,
Kas Product,
Sound Behaviour,
Mandrill,
The Tremeloes,
R.M.O.,
Godley & Creme,
New Order,
the Bar-Kays,
Gang Starr,
Brass Construction,
Crooked Eye,
Anthony Braxton,
Sex Pistols,
Ice-T,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
X-102,
KRS-One,
Brand Nubian,
Amon Düül II,
The Gun Club,
The Trojans,
The Kinks,
Slave,
Angry Samoans,
Jimmy McGriff,
Eddi Front,
Ponytail,
Alphaville,
Easy Going,
Wally Richardson,
Boz Scaggs,
Zero Boys,
Magma,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Evens,
Mission of Burma,
Wings,
Eve St. Jones,
The Angels of Light,
Organ,
Mo-Dettes,
Sparks,
Pole,
Janne Schatter,
Al Stewart,
Moebius,
Dawn Penn,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Funkadelic,
La Düsseldorf,
Livin' Joy,
Model 500,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.