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 Haiti and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Delhi.
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 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 David Bowie 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 The Doobie Brothers to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
Mad Mike,
Lucky Dragons,
The Red Krayola,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jawbox,
Andrew Hill,
Mo-Dettes,
Barrington Levy,
Ludus,
AZ,
the Human League,
Gang Gang Dance,
Funkadelic,
The Mojo Men,
Janne Schatter,
Deadbeat,
The Electric Prunes,
Bobby Sherman,
Siglo XX,
Marvin Gaye,
The Tremeloes,
Gang Green,
The Alarm Clocks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
CMW,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Massinfluence,
Carl Craig,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Smoke,
Suicide,
Easy Going,
Rhythm & Sound,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Fall,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
UT,
The Dave Clark Five,
Donny Hathaway,
Ituana,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Techniques,
Gong,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Shadows of Knight,
Clear Light,
Vladislav Delay,
Prince Buster,
Joe Finger,
Bronski Beat,
The Vogues,
Gang Starr,
Spandau Ballet,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lower 48,
New York Dolls,
Scrapy,
Rod Modell,
Davy DMX,
Soul II Soul,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.