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 Togo and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 arpeggiator 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
DJ Style,
Moss Icon,
The Smiths,
E-Dancer,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Fall,
The Martian,
Dawn Penn,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Spoonie Gee,
Mars,
Barbara Tucker,
Stetsasonic,
Gang Green,
Fat Boys,
Adolescents,
Sugar Minott,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ohio Players,
Fugazi,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Gap Band,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Fortunes,
Easy Going,
Crooked Eye,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Massinfluence,
Ultra Naté,
Todd Rundgren,
Infiniti,
Johnny Osbourne,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lungfish,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Birthday Party,
Sun City Girls,
Suburban Knight,
Severed Heads,
Subhumans,
Byron Stingily,
Jerry's Kids,
Brothers Johnson,
Tomorrow,
Skarface,
Pagans,
The Happenings,
Half Japanese,
Peter & Gordon,
Bobby Sherman,
The Alarm Clocks,
Scan 7,
Make Up,
Radiohead,
Bronski Beat,
The Fire Engines,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Cecil Taylor,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.