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 Syria and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 snare 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 Tres Demented to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kayak,
Slick Rick,
Jawbox,
In Retrospect,
Gang Green,
Freddie Wadling,
Swans,
Surgeon,
Kenny Larkin,
Liliput,
Sixth Finger,
Bluetip,
The Monks,
Terry Callier,
Funky Four + One,
Faraquet,
Panda Bear,
Los Fastidios,
Rotary Connection,
Wally Richardson,
The Walker Brothers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ice-T,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ronnie Foster,
Country Teasers,
Ossler,
Glambeats Corp.,
Popol Vuh,
Camouflage,
Toni Rubio,
Duran Duran,
Moebius,
Malaria!,
Agent Orange,
Marmalade,
Ralphi Rosario,
Derrick Morgan,
Matthew Bourne,
Intrusion,
EPMD,
Crash Course in Science,
Black Sheep,
The Invisible,
Eric Copeland,
Hasil Adkins,
Iggy Pop,
Lightning Bolt,
The Misunderstood,
Spandau Ballet,
the Soft Cell,
Amazonics,
Todd Terry,
Half Japanese,
Pylon,
The Neon Judgement,
Flash Fearless,
Junior Murvin,
Dave Gahan,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.