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 Morocco and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 organ 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the rock 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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
Index,
Vladislav Delay,
Mr. Review,
Brass Construction,
Ice-T,
EPMD,
The Motions,
Tubeway Army,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Prince Buster,
Scott Walker,
The J.B.'s,
Howard Jones,
Wolf Eyes,
DJ Style,
Bluetip,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Slackers,
The Walker Brothers,
Black Sheep,
the Slits,
The Human League,
Shoche,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Marine Girls,
Silicon Teens,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Aaron Thompson,
Dark Day,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pierre Henry,
Zero Boys,
the Soft Cell,
Clear Light,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gang of Four,
Nas,
Mars,
Lee Hazlewood,
Terrestrial Tones,
Tres Demented,
Crime,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jacob Miller,
Unrelated Segments,
Magazine,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Tim Buckley,
David Bowie,
The Associates,
Circle Jerks,
Delta 5,
The Moody Blues,
Lakeside,
Crash Course in Science,
Wings,
Donald Byrd,
Au Pairs,
Tears for Fears,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.