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 Bangladesh and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Audionom to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
Bush Tetras,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Janne Schatter,
The Last Poets,
Wings,
Duran Duran,
Shuggie Otis,
David Axelrod,
Sister Nancy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Intrusion,
Neu!,
The Music Machine,
Roxette,
Fear,
Hoover,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lou Reed,
10cc,
Liliput,
Grey Daturas,
June of 44,
Jimmy McGriff,
Interpol,
Gong,
The Kinks,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pharoah Sanders,
KRS-One,
Electric Prunes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
F. McDonald,
Youth Brigade,
Soulsonic Force,
Junior Murvin,
Jesper Dahlback,
Talk Talk,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
In Retrospect,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Fortunes,
China Crisis,
a-ha,
Surgeon,
Television,
E-Dancer,
The Motions,
Depeche Mode,
Arcadia,
The Gories,
Bobby Byrd,
Marvin Gaye,
Eric Dolphy,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Velvet Underground,
David McCallum,
X-Ray Spex,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
EPMD,
Gang Starr,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.