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 Romania and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Thompson Twins 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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
FM Einheit,
Kerrie Biddell,
Big Daddy Kane,
Fort Wilson Riot,
D'Angelo,
Subhumans,
Reagan Youth,
Gil Scott Heron,
Spandau Ballet,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Aloha Tigers,
Nik Kershaw,
Lindisfarne,
The Monochrome Set,
Sixth Finger,
Minnie Riperton,
X-102,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
48th St. Collective,
the Soft Cell,
Public Enemy,
Sexual Harrassment,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Public Image Ltd.,
Max Romeo,
Ken Boothe,
Byron Stingily,
Swell Maps,
Arab on Radar,
Camberwell Now,
Yusef Lateef,
Nico,
JFA,
Yaz,
The Gories,
Stetsasonic,
Bauhaus,
Youth Brigade,
Sonic Youth,
KRS-One,
Mark Hollis,
Jerry's Kids,
Eddi Front,
Dark Day,
The Golliwogs,
Brand Nubian,
The Misunderstood,
The Zeros,
Clear Light,
Derrick Morgan,
Radio Birdman,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Cramps,
David McCallum,
Tubeway Army,
Alice Coltrane,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ice-T,
Dual Sessions,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.