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 Brunei and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Gichy Dan to the punk 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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
Hashim,
Country Teasers,
Peter and Kerry,
Nik Kershaw,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Blues Magoos,
Kool Moe Dee,
Janne Schatter,
The Divine Comedy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Radiohead,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sonic Youth,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pagans,
DJ Style,
FM Einheit,
Los Fastidios,
Darondo,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pharoah Sanders,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Swell Maps,
the Sonics,
Maurizio,
Amon Düül,
Ken Boothe,
Moby Grape,
The American Breed,
Grauzone,
The Golliwogs,
Ronan,
Easy Going,
Main Source,
Con Funk Shun,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Peter & Gordon,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Schoolly D,
Section 25,
Theoretical Girls,
James White and The Blacks,
Erasure,
Chris Corsano,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Groovy Waters,
Stetsasonic,
Nas,
Ronnie Foster,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
David McCallum,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sex Pistols,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Motions,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Association,
Marcia Griffiths,
Absolute Body Control,
China Crisis,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.