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 Malaysia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 The Misunderstood to the disco 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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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 Human League,
Bootsy Collins,
Lungfish,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jacob Miller,
Tomorrow,
Sällskapet,
UT,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Symarip,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Arcadia,
John Foxx,
The Doobie Brothers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Nirvana,
Funkadelic,
Moebius,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sun Ra,
Max Romeo,
A Certain Ratio,
Eurythmics,
Vladislav Delay,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Neon Judgement,
Rakim,
Magma,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Cure,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ronnie Foster,
the Bar-Kays,
The Electric Prunes,
Pagans,
James White and The Blacks,
Royal Trux,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Barracudas,
Reuben Wilson,
Flipper,
Roxy Music,
Piero Umiliani,
Skarface,
Kevin Saunderson,
Procol Harum,
Technova,
Hardrive,
Popol Vuh,
Second Layer,
Schoolly D,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Qualms,
Mary Jane Girls,
Metal Thangz,
Junior Murvin,
The New Christs,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rekid,
Gang Green,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.