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 Uganda and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Connie Case to the grunge 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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 chamberlin and a rhodes 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 synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The American Breed,
Godley & Creme,
The Young Rascals,
Desert Stars,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Inner City,
The Kinks,
The Associates,
Todd Terry,
The Pop Group,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Judy Mowatt,
Loose Ends,
Excepter,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Sound,
DNA,
Hasil Adkins,
Avey Tare,
Sun City Girls,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Misunderstood,
KRS-One,
Warren Ellis,
Panda Bear,
Little Man,
Dennis Brown,
Tubeway Army,
Gichy Dan,
Sonny Sharrock,
David Axelrod,
Smog,
Quadrant,
Ice-T,
Donny Hathaway,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Gories,
Erykah Badu,
Camouflage,
The Alarm Clocks,
Das Ding,
Swell Maps,
Crispy Ambulance,
Barrington Levy,
the Soft Cell,
Kerrie Biddell,
Robert Hood,
Scan 7,
John Coltrane,
Camberwell Now,
Blancmange,
Half Japanese,
Hot Snakes,
Sound Behaviour,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Knickerbockers,
Maleditus Sound,
Surgeon,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.