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 Czech Republic and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Franke to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
Black Sheep,
Glambeats Corp.,
Joy Division,
Dark Day,
Fear,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Audionom,
Aswad,
Lightning Bolt,
EPMD,
Kerri Chandler,
The Smoke,
H. Thieme,
the Human League,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Dave Clark Five,
Drive Like Jehu,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Warren Ellis,
Erasure,
Lalann,
Panda Bear,
Roxette,
Lindisfarne,
Television,
Idris Muhammad,
Radiohead,
The Human League,
Wasted Youth,
The Five Americans,
the Slits,
The Blackbyrds,
Spoonie Gee,
Pantytec,
Donald Byrd,
Man Parrish,
Scion,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Absolute Body Control,
Wolf Eyes,
ABC,
Jandek,
Bizarre Inc.,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gerry Rafferty,
Rotary Connection,
Hoover,
Masters at Work,
Vainqueur,
Anakelly,
Matthew Bourne,
Arthur Verocai,
The Kinks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
OOIOO,
Crispy Ambulance,
Amon Düül II,
Sam Rivers,
The Smiths,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.