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 Kosovo and from Lyon.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet 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 The Fall to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sex Pistols,
Lower 48,
Davy DMX,
Masters at Work,
The Moleskins,
Johnny Osbourne,
June Days,
Mr. Review,
D'Angelo,
Gil Scott Heron,
Zero Boys,
Scrapy,
Todd Terry,
Tim Buckley,
The Leaves,
Quantec,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Tears for Fears,
Marc Almond,
Howard Jones,
Nas,
John Cale,
The Young Rascals,
Basic Channel,
Urselle,
Intrusion,
The Pretty Things,
Gerry Rafferty,
Colin Newman,
Lalann,
Stiv Bators,
Crash Course in Science,
Wally Richardson,
The United States of America,
Rakim,
Ituana,
Anakelly,
Aural Exciters,
Mandrill,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Electric Prunes,
Minny Pops,
Byron Stingily,
Arcadia,
Das Ding,
Crime,
The Index,
Man Parrish,
The Dead C,
Eve St. Jones,
Harpers Bizarre,
Make Up,
Bang On A Can,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pulsallama,
Excepter,
Matthew Halsall,
The Divine Comedy,
Khruangbin,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.