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 Croatia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 mellotron 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 Crime to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord 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 spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
Maurizio,
Organ,
Eric B and Rakim,
Deadbeat,
Tres Demented,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bad Manners,
Quadrant,
Jerry's Kids,
DJ Sneak,
Zapp,
The Names,
Sound Behaviour,
The Invisible,
Bootsy Collins,
Scratch Acid,
Glambeats Corp.,
Roger Hodgson,
Vladislav Delay,
Curtis Mayfield,
Babytalk,
Bauhaus,
Newcleus,
Essential Logic,
Eden Ahbez,
Kayak,
The Standells,
Adolescents,
The Mojo Men,
the Germs,
The Barracudas,
Chris Corsano,
New Age Steppers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Black Pus,
Nation of Ulysses,
Davy DMX,
F. McDonald,
Sixth Finger,
Charles Mingus,
Erykah Badu,
The Litter,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Simply Red,
Pole,
Alton Ellis,
Jesper Dahlback,
Can,
James White and The Blacks,
Junior Murvin,
June of 44,
Faraquet,
Spandau Ballet,
Alice Coltrane,
Crime,
Derrick May,
Slick Rick,
Rod Modell,
Fear,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.