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 Mali and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 organ 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 Rites of Spring to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Animal Collective,
Scan 7,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Grandmaster Flash,
Barbara Tucker,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Velvet Underground,
Ronnie Foster,
the Human League,
Blossom Toes,
The Zeros,
Accadde A,
Monks,
Leonard Cohen,
EPMD,
Average White Band,
The Cramps,
The Associates,
Chris & Cosey,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Underground Resistance,
D'Angelo,
New Order,
Q and Not U,
The Moleskins,
The Blues Magoos,
Organ,
The Grass Roots,
H. Thieme,
Eve St. Jones,
Carl Craig,
Bad Manners,
Peter and Kerry,
The Birthday Party,
Y Pants,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Gladiators,
Goldenarms,
Malaria!,
Minny Pops,
Aural Exciters,
Arcadia,
Judy Mowatt,
Derrick May,
Eric Dolphy,
Lou Christie,
Fort Wilson Riot,
T. Rex,
Girls At Our Best!,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Doors,
Infiniti,
ABBA,
Aaron Thompson,
Oneida,
Janne Schatter,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Deakin,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ohio Players,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.