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 Uganda and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Pussy Galore to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Mills. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
Drexciya,
Surgeon,
The Music Machine,
Aaron Thompson,
Crispy Ambulance,
Curtis Mayfield,
Morten Harket,
PIL,
DJ Style,
The Durutti Column,
X-101,
Joe Smooth,
Tom Boy,
Marvin Gaye,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Suburban Knight,
The Mojo Men,
Porter Ricks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Connie Case,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Remains,
The Standells,
Thompson Twins,
Ice-T,
the Human League,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Soft Machine,
the Normal,
T. Rex,
The Fire Engines,
Sixth Finger,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bill Wells,
The Offenders,
Technova,
Spandau Ballet,
Organ,
Cal Tjader,
Lou Reed,
Nico,
Scrapy,
Blancmange,
Swell Maps,
U.S. Maple,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mars,
Spoonie Gee,
Joe Finger,
Oneida,
Minutemen,
Chris Corsano,
Thee Headcoats,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Monks,
X-102,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bob Dylan,
The Blackbyrds,
Magma,
The J.B.'s,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.