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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 harpsichord 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 Grandmaster Flash to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter 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 funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
Crooked Eye,
Quadrant,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Crispian St. Peters,
Accadde A,
Joensuu 1685,
The Fuzztones,
Eurythmics,
Altered Images,
Blake Baxter,
Scrapy,
Rosa Yemen,
Marcia Griffiths,
F. McDonald,
Bang On A Can,
The Victims,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Model 500,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Eric Copeland,
Boredoms,
Von Mondo,
Cameo,
Crispy Ambulance,
Man Eating Sloth,
Excepter,
Mary Jane Girls,
Cymande,
Bauhaus,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Grass Roots,
Ohio Players,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Deadbeat,
Q and Not U,
Surgeon,
Underground Resistance,
Pulsallama,
Kool Moe Dee,
Man Parrish,
Arthur Verocai,
Newcleus,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pole,
the Human League,
Ultra Naté,
The Evens,
Black Bananas,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Nirvana,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Hashim,
The Seeds,
Bronski Beat,
Basic Channel,
Agent Orange,
Harmonia,
Circle Jerks,
Eve St. Jones,
Blancmange,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.