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 Ukraine and from Lyon.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Marshall Jefferson to the disco 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 The Toasters. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
Sonic Youth,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mad Mike,
Yazoo,
Suburban Knight,
World's Most,
Curtis Mayfield,
LL Cool J,
Marine Girls,
Depeche Mode,
the Slits,
Marmalade,
Scion,
The Star Department,
Toni Rubio,
Isaac Hayes,
The Monochrome Set,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Dave Clark Five,
David McCallum,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Shoche,
The Raincoats,
Lightning Bolt,
The Mummies,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Model 500,
Eurythmics,
The United States of America,
Slick Rick,
Ralphi Rosario,
Y Pants,
Amazonics,
Leonard Cohen,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Birthday Party,
Lalann,
Deadbeat,
Cheater Slicks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Siglo XX,
Robert Hood,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sugar Minott,
Skriet,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Blackbyrds,
Animal Collective,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Move,
Cameo,
The Red Krayola,
Juan Atkins,
The Electric Prunes,
AZ,
The Techniques,
Wire,
The Motions,
The Toasters,
Mission of Burma,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.