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 Ghana and from Seoul.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and New York.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the organ 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 Janne Schatter to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 the Human League. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
Bob Dylan,
cv313,
Sugar Minott,
The Pretty Things,
Camouflage,
Massinfluence,
Blossom Toes,
Alton Ellis,
Bluetip,
Siglo XX,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
New York Dolls,
the Slits,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Derrick Morgan,
Mo-Dettes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gichy Dan,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Leonard Cohen,
Y Pants,
Ken Boothe,
Rotary Connection,
T.S.O.L.,
Eurythmics,
DNA,
A Certain Ratio,
Tres Demented,
Symarip,
The Dirtbombs,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Roxy Music,
Jandek,
Cameo,
T. Rex,
Camberwell Now,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Judy Mowatt,
Public Enemy,
the Human League,
The Blackbyrds,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Cluster,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Flesh Eaters,
Josef K,
Warren Ellis,
In Retrospect,
Quantec,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Skatalites,
Dark Day,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Birthday Party,
The Sound,
Alphaville,
Quadrant,
Bill Wells,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.