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 Norway and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Piero Umiliani to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
The Names,
Procol Harum,
Pagans,
the Fania All-Stars,
Radio Birdman,
The Moleskins,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Thee Headcoats,
New Age Steppers,
the Germs,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Drive Like Jehu,
Chrome,
The Cowsills,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Star Department,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
FM Einheit,
John Coltrane,
Janne Schatter,
Skriet,
Underground Resistance,
The Sonics,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pierre Henry,
New Order,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Icehouse,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ken Boothe,
Byron Stingily,
The United States of America,
Graham Central Station,
The Motions,
Groovy Waters,
Motorama,
Loose Ends,
The Techniques,
Faust,
Essential Logic,
Robert Hood,
Freddie Wadling,
Neu!,
Gang of Four,
AZ,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Excepter,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jerry's Kids,
Visage,
Severed Heads,
Althea and Donna,
Harpers Bizarre,
Black Sheep,
The Skatalites,
Jeff Lynne,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.