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 Gabon and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Winnipeg.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the electroclash 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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
ABBA,
Eric Dolphy,
Dawn Penn,
Neu!,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Althea and Donna,
The Knickerbockers,
the Human League,
Sarah Menescal,
Audionom,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Tommy Roe,
D'Angelo,
Adolescents,
The Toasters,
48th St. Collective,
Sugar Minott,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Moebius,
CMW,
Urselle,
Fluxion,
Blossom Toes,
Grauzone,
Piero Umiliani,
Nirvana,
The Offenders,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jesper Dahlback,
Scientists,
Absolute Body Control,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Bar-Kays,
Kerrie Biddell,
Graham Central Station,
LL Cool J,
The Barracudas,
Hot Snakes,
Roger Hodgson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Toni Rubio,
The Dead C,
Blancmange,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gichy Dan,
Nik Kershaw,
Minor Threat,
Massinfluence,
Mad Mike,
Kenny Larkin,
Jacques Brel,
Rosa Yemen,
FM Einheit,
Alice Coltrane,
Buzzcocks,
Derrick Morgan,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Sound,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Reuben Wilson,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.