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 Georgia and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the techno 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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
Michelle Simonal,
Ken Boothe,
The Cramps,
Leonard Cohen,
Ohio Players,
Anakelly,
Rod Modell,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Alarm Clocks,
Connie Case,
Donald Byrd,
The J.B.'s,
Bobby Byrd,
Glenn Branca,
Tom Boy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Crispy Ambulance,
Quando Quango,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Desert Stars,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Terrestrial Tones,
Japan,
Al Stewart,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Five Americans,
Roxette,
Funky Four + One,
Toni Rubio,
Animal Collective,
Agent Orange,
The Blackbyrds,
The Real Kids,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Aaron Thompson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Mars,
Sound Behaviour,
The Electric Prunes,
Delta 5,
U.S. Maple,
John Foxx,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Main Source,
Stereo Dub,
Surgeon,
Ronnie Foster,
Black Pus,
Yellowson,
Gabor Szabo,
Eden Ahbez,
Wings,
The Velvet Underground,
Sällskapet,
Camouflage,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.