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 Lebanon and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Aural Exciters to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
Danielle Patucci,
Sun City Girls,
Tres Demented,
Cal Tjader,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Smog,
Icehouse,
Clear Light,
Arthur Verocai,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Motorama,
Accadde A,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ken Boothe,
Desert Stars,
The Skatalites,
Nirvana,
Ohio Players,
the Bar-Kays,
The Black Dice,
Los Fastidios,
Steve Hackett,
Public Image Ltd.,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Prince Buster,
Gang Starr,
Echospace,
Second Layer,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Nick Fraelich,
The Fortunes,
Lindisfarne,
Iggy Pop,
Sonny Sharrock,
Drive Like Jehu,
Minutemen,
Y Pants,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jeff Lynne,
Loose Ends,
The Leaves,
Rod Modell,
The Golliwogs,
The Human League,
Howard Jones,
The Modern Lovers,
Quando Quango,
Alton Ellis,
Dual Sessions,
Schoolly D,
Yazoo,
Nico,
China Crisis,
The Stooges,
the Slits,
Aaron Thompson,
Stetsasonic,
Unrelated Segments,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
John Cale,
Shoche,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.