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 Marshall Islands and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bill Near to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
The Zeros,
Chrome,
Amazonics,
Barclay James Harvest,
Reagan Youth,
Jeff Mills,
David Axelrod,
Wings,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Terry Callier,
The Black Dice,
Quando Quango,
Steve Hackett,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bang On A Can,
Tomorrow,
Hot Snakes,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Trojans,
The Doobie Brothers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Idris Muhammad,
Sandy B,
48th St. Collective,
Q65,
The Modern Lovers,
Peter and Kerry,
The Stooges,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Big Daddy Kane,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Graham Central Station,
Sight & Sound,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lou Reed,
Joe Finger,
The Martian,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Zero Boys,
Panda Bear,
Basic Channel,
Mark Hollis,
The Dead C,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Outsiders,
Kool Moe Dee,
Oblivians,
Alphaville,
Black Moon,
The Buckinghams,
World's Most,
Brass Construction,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
CMW,
Byron Stingily,
Scratch Acid,
Silicon Teens,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Gladiators,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.