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 Singapore and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Reagan Youth to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
Cymande,
Erasure,
Thompson Twins,
Essential Logic,
Don Cherry,
Deadbeat,
Supertramp,
Sun City Girls,
Sugar Minott,
Marmalade,
Blancmange,
The Birthday Party,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Groovy Waters,
Archie Shepp,
Intrusion,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Cowsills,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Judy Mowatt,
Anakelly,
The Leaves,
Slave,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bluetip,
The Real Kids,
Rekid,
MDC,
The Detroit Cobras,
Alice Coltrane,
The Barracudas,
Toni Rubio,
Harmonia,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Neu!,
OOIOO,
Agent Orange,
Tim Buckley,
The Music Machine,
Skarface,
Nas,
Bob Dylan,
Soul Sonic Force,
Soul II Soul,
Severed Heads,
Todd Rundgren,
The Move,
Gil Scott Heron,
Technova,
Cybotron,
The Gories,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Babytalk,
Public Enemy,
June of 44,
Echospace,
A Certain Ratio,
Barclay James Harvest,
CMW,
Roxette,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.