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 San Marino and from New York.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Robert Palmer 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 Todd Terry to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron 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 snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Stooges,
The Slackers,
Junior Murvin,
David Axelrod,
Marmalade,
Quando Quango,
Rekid,
The Young Rascals,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Chris & Cosey,
The Five Americans,
John Lydon,
Traffic Nightmare,
Absolute Body Control,
Donald Byrd,
The Durutti Column,
Lyres,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Cluster,
Clear Light,
The Human League,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Slits,
Von Mondo,
The Buckinghams,
The Barracudas,
Procol Harum,
Eric Dolphy,
Malaria!,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Erasure,
Thee Headcoats,
Blancmange,
The New Christs,
Skarface,
Eric B and Rakim,
Public Enemy,
June Days,
Groovy Waters,
Sandy B,
T. Rex,
Nation of Ulysses,
Urselle,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Soft Cell,
Con Funk Shun,
The Blues Magoos,
Basic Channel,
Rod Modell,
Tommy Roe,
Crime,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Litter,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Trumans Water,
Robert Hood,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Charles Mingus,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.