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 Barbados and from Woodstock.
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 Columbus and Mumbai.
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 synthesizer 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 Radiopuhelimet to the techno 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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron 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 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?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Last Poets,
Icehouse,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Invisible,
Althea and Donna,
Shuggie Otis,
Swans,
The Buckinghams,
Interpol,
Fad Gadget,
Von Mondo,
Soulsonic Force,
The Fuzztones,
EPMD,
Dawn Penn,
Can,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lindisfarne,
Public Enemy,
Deadbeat,
Tres Demented,
Mr. Review,
The Trojans,
Rites of Spring,
Aswad,
Public Image Ltd.,
OOIOO,
Underground Resistance,
Lucky Dragons,
Maurizio,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Moody Blues,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kerri Chandler,
The Toasters,
Yaz,
X-Ray Spex,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ken Boothe,
John Coltrane,
Funkadelic,
Sixth Finger,
Ronnie Foster,
Flash Fearless,
Camouflage,
Yazoo,
Charles Mingus,
The Selecter,
Sister Nancy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Kinks,
Deakin,
Wolf Eyes,
Mars,
Michelle Simonal,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.