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 Libya and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 arpeggiator 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 Jesper Dahlback to the dance 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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gang Starr,
Delta 5,
Neu!,
Susan Cadogan,
Fatback Band,
DNA,
Rufus Thomas,
E-Dancer,
Whodini,
Jandek,
The Star Department,
Morten Harket,
Faust,
Tom Boy,
World's Most,
Animal Collective,
Eric Copeland,
Bobby Sherman,
Joe Smooth,
Brand Nubian,
The Alarm Clocks,
John Lydon,
The Dead C,
Blossom Toes,
KRS-One,
Absolute Body Control,
Soul II Soul,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Guru Guru,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Angry Samoans,
Metal Thangz,
The Monochrome Set,
Vladislav Delay,
The Fugs,
The Durutti Column,
The United States of America,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Circle Jerks,
Kurtis Blow,
Outsiders,
Brick,
The Music Machine,
Albert Ayler,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Fluxion,
Donny Hathaway,
The Remains,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fela Kuti,
Los Fastidios,
The Raincoats,
Tomorrow,
Black Sheep,
The Happenings,
Suicide,
New Order,
Interpol,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.