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 Bolivia and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 spring reverb 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Das Ding,
MC5,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Harmonia,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rapeman,
The Mighty Diamonds,
FM Einheit,
Nas,
Scion,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Q and Not U,
Dawn Penn,
Janne Schatter,
Aural Exciters,
Guru Guru,
Clear Light,
Gang of Four,
Severed Heads,
DNA,
Idris Muhammad,
Trumans Water,
The New Christs,
The Pop Group,
Brick,
L. Decosne,
The Star Department,
Lungfish,
The Golliwogs,
The Black Dice,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
R.M.O.,
Boredoms,
Alton Ellis,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Soft Cell,
Hasil Adkins,
Yaz,
Glenn Branca,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Alphaville,
Con Funk Shun,
Au Pairs,
U.S. Maple,
Hardrive,
Soul II Soul,
Minnie Riperton,
The Pretty Things,
The Mummies,
Whodini,
Bad Manners,
Fela Kuti,
Josef K,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kayak,
John Foxx,
Flash Fearless,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sällskapet,
China Crisis,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.