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 Pakistan and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 chamberlin 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 Niagra to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Motions. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
The Cure,
Marshall Jefferson,
Crooked Eye,
Bauhaus,
Chris & Cosey,
Los Fastidios,
Bronski Beat,
the Soft Cell,
The Dirtbombs,
Ice-T,
Marvin Gaye,
Sällskapet,
New York Dolls,
Lou Christie,
Eurythmics,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sandy B,
Spoonie Gee,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Maurizio,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
DNA,
Brand Nubian,
Outsiders,
Swans,
Skriet,
Wire,
kango's stein massive,
Boredoms,
Skarface,
Au Pairs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Supertramp,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Camberwell Now,
Make Up,
Zero Boys,
Shoche,
The Gories,
Howard Jones,
Interpol,
John Holt,
Janne Schatter,
Subhumans,
Anakelly,
Mark Hollis,
Nirvana,
Guru Guru,
the Slits,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gil Scott Heron,
Accadde A,
Wings,
Monks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gastr Del Sol,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Scan 7,
Tim Buckley,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.