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 Macedonia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 spring reverb 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 Simply Red 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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Todd Terry,
Minor Threat,
Can,
Electric Prunes,
One Last Wish,
PIL,
Jimmy McGriff,
World's Most,
Qualms,
Nick Fraelich,
Marc Almond,
Royal Trux,
Fear,
New York Dolls,
Lou Christie,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Con Funk Shun,
Black Bananas,
Pierre Henry,
Robert Görl,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gil Scott Heron,
Q65,
Spandau Ballet,
The Human League,
The Doobie Brothers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bill Near,
The Divine Comedy,
Lalo Schifrin,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Duran Duran,
Flash Fearless,
Danielle Patucci,
ABC,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Laurel Aitken,
Roger Hodgson,
AZ,
Harpers Bizarre,
Chrome,
Sonic Youth,
CMW,
Terrestrial Tones,
Panda Bear,
The Electric Prunes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Man Eating Sloth,
Hasil Adkins,
Cameo,
Flipper,
X-Ray Spex,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lebanon Hanover,
Barbara Tucker,
Isaac Hayes,
Blancmange,
Minnie Riperton,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.