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 Samoa and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Winnipeg.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
The Kinks,
Connie Case,
Newcleus,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Minor Threat,
Brothers Johnson,
Glenn Branca,
The Grass Roots,
Silicon Teens,
Gichy Dan,
Roy Ayers,
Whodini,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Nirvana,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Thompson Twins,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sam Rivers,
The Golliwogs,
MC5,
Althea and Donna,
Sixth Finger,
Eric B and Rakim,
Arab on Radar,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Niagra,
Crime,
Panda Bear,
The Velvet Underground,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pussy Galore,
Bronski Beat,
Marc Almond,
Siglo XX,
Urselle,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Mummies,
Angry Samoans,
Von Mondo,
The Invisible,
Marvin Gaye,
Derrick Morgan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Youth Brigade,
F. McDonald,
Hardrive,
Absolute Body Control,
B.T. Express,
Lebanon Hanover,
Carl Craig,
Kool Moe Dee,
Magma,
Clear Light,
Adolescents,
The Seeds,
La Düsseldorf,
Mantronix,
The Techniques,
Half Japanese,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.