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 Finland and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 organ 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 Lalo Schifrin to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Saints. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Five Americans,
Roxette,
Yazoo,
Average White Band,
Fear,
Scion,
Sonic Youth,
Masters at Work,
Deadbeat,
Grauzone,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ossler,
Au Pairs,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Toni Rubio,
The Trojans,
Barry Ungar,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Newcleus,
Radio Birdman,
Dawn Penn,
Audionom,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sam Rivers,
Todd Rundgren,
Make Up,
Qualms,
Gong,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Doors,
Sun City Girls,
Sonny Sharrock,
Man Parrish,
The Slits,
Bizarre Inc.,
Minny Pops,
Slick Rick,
X-Ray Spex,
Tres Demented,
Gang Starr,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Glambeats Corp.,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sandy B,
Neu!,
Stetsasonic,
Clear Light,
Tears for Fears,
Grey Daturas,
Avey Tare,
The Angels of Light,
D'Angelo,
Aloha Tigers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
New Age Steppers,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Blackbyrds,
Judy Mowatt,
The Doobie Brothers,
Parry Music,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.