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 Thailand and from Shanghai.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Jeff Mills to the crunk 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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
Mary Jane Girls,
Morten Harket,
The Kinks,
Eric Copeland,
Albert Ayler,
Echospace,
10cc,
The Real Kids,
Fad Gadget,
Altered Images,
Lucky Dragons,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Deepchord,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Man Parrish,
The Motions,
Derrick May,
Organ,
Cluster,
Marmalade,
China Crisis,
Hoover,
KRS-One,
Black Flag,
Hashim,
Cheater Slicks,
Freddie Wadling,
Goldenarms,
The Dave Clark Five,
Amazonics,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jacques Brel,
The Fugs,
Flipper,
The Residents,
X-101,
Country Teasers,
Ossler,
Bill Wells,
The Fuzztones,
The Dead C,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pharoah Sanders,
This Heat,
The Moody Blues,
Isaac Hayes,
Zero Boys,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jesper Dahlback,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Gun Club,
Mark Hollis,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Schoolly D,
Funkadelic,
Jerry's Kids,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Divine Comedy,
The Moleskins,
Ohio Players,
Kenny Larkin,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.