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 Mauritania and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 Mumbai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Pet Shop Boys to the dance 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Quantec,
Alison Limerick,
R.M.O.,
Tubeway Army,
The Associates,
Second Layer,
T. Rex,
Goldenarms,
Minny Pops,
The Fortunes,
Sandy B,
Sister Nancy,
Roxette,
Zapp,
Joy Division,
48th St. Collective,
B.T. Express,
The Evens,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Alphaville,
The Busters,
Aswad,
F. McDonald,
The Fall,
Sam Rivers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Derrick Morgan,
The Monochrome Set,
Boz Scaggs,
Jesper Dahlback,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Dave Clark Five,
Wire,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Five Americans,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bill Near,
Gabor Szabo,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pantaleimon,
Procol Harum,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Minnie Riperton,
Cheater Slicks,
Don Cherry,
Mark Hollis,
Pulsallama,
Mary Jane Girls,
Leonard Cohen,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.