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 Moldova and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Spoonie Gee to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
The Skatalites,
Gang Green,
The Fugs,
JFA,
Eden Ahbez,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Camberwell Now,
Absolute Body Control,
The New Christs,
Public Enemy,
Erasure,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pole,
Cecil Taylor,
Jacques Brel,
Visage,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Vogues,
The Last Poets,
Idris Muhammad,
Albert Ayler,
KRS-One,
Nils Olav,
Quadrant,
The Pretty Things,
Byron Stingily,
Little Man,
Nick Fraelich,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Altered Images,
the Soft Cell,
Brass Construction,
The Residents,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pagans,
Delta 5,
Joe Smooth,
Crispian St. Peters,
Man Parrish,
Al Stewart,
Fear,
Siglo XX,
Agent Orange,
DJ Sneak,
Grandmaster Flash,
Graham Central Station,
The Sound,
Cameo,
Minor Threat,
Curtis Mayfield,
Nico,
The Fortunes,
Gil Scott Heron,
Spoonie Gee,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Dawn Penn,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jeff Lynne,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Blues Magoos,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.