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 Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the dance 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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Smog,
Ituana,
Funkadelic,
Suburban Knight,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Soul Sonic Force,
Connie Case,
Rhythm & Sound,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Andrew Hill,
The Fuzztones,
Althea and Donna,
DJ Style,
Steve Hackett,
Freddie Wadling,
Camouflage,
The Raincoats,
The Alarm Clocks,
The United States of America,
Japan,
Arab on Radar,
Tubeway Army,
Jeff Mills,
Joe Smooth,
Barrington Levy,
Soul II Soul,
Mantronix,
B.T. Express,
The Invisible,
the Human League,
Glambeats Corp.,
Zero Boys,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Desert Stars,
Harry Pussy,
Babytalk,
Stiv Bators,
Joyce Sims,
Marmalade,
Gil Scott Heron,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Mr. Review,
Thompson Twins,
Bobby Byrd,
Lungfish,
The Fortunes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
DJ Sneak,
Mission of Burma,
Kayak,
Black Bananas,
The Neon Judgement,
the Bar-Kays,
The Birthday Party,
Iggy Pop,
Sällskapet,
John Foxx,
Kurtis Blow,
Stockholm Monsters,
Buzzcocks,
Gabor Szabo,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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.