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 Mauritius and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 chamberlin 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 Gang Gang Dance to the dance 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 The Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Matthew Halsall,
The Dirtbombs,
Icehouse,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Godley & Creme,
Susan Cadogan,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Eddi Front,
Accadde A,
Scrapy,
This Heat,
Schoolly D,
Carl Craig,
The Residents,
Funky Four + One,
Pierre Henry,
Metal Thangz,
the Slits,
Boogie Down Productions,
Cameo,
DJ Style,
Mr. Review,
Deakin,
A Certain Ratio,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Liliput,
Neu!,
Scion,
The Moody Blues,
Wire,
Gil Scott Heron,
CMW,
The Trojans,
The Toasters,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bob Dylan,
Crispian St. Peters,
Electric Prunes,
Section 25,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Stiv Bators,
Mars,
Todd Rundgren,
Hot Snakes,
The Shadows of Knight,
Boz Scaggs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Audionom,
Dennis Brown,
Hasil Adkins,
Marvin Gaye,
The Detroit Cobras,
Royal Trux,
Toni Rubio,
KRS-One,
Shoche,
Skaos,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.