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 Colombia and from Toronto.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 David McCallum to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
Infiniti,
Matthew Halsall,
Kevin Saunderson,
Excepter,
Deakin,
E-Dancer,
OOIOO,
Moby Grape,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Zapp,
Yellowson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rosa Yemen,
Pole,
Bauhaus,
The Blackbyrds,
The Modern Lovers,
Jeff Lynne,
T.S.O.L.,
The Last Poets,
Anakelly,
Ice-T,
The Divine Comedy,
Anthony Braxton,
Niagra,
Talk Talk,
Dawn Penn,
Dark Day,
Camberwell Now,
ABBA,
Quadrant,
Jacques Brel,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Aaron Thompson,
Make Up,
The Index,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lebanon Hanover,
Von Mondo,
Supertramp,
Wally Richardson,
A Certain Ratio,
kango's stein massive,
Japan,
Todd Rundgren,
a-ha,
Traffic Nightmare,
Chris Corsano,
New Age Steppers,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Happenings,
Y Pants,
Bobby Byrd,
Stockholm Monsters,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Laurel Aitken,
Mandrill,
Clear Light,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Graham Central Station,
Ohio Players,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.