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 Ivory Coast and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 chamberlin 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 AZ to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Infiniti,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Swans,
Anthony Braxton,
The American Breed,
The Standells,
The Angels of Light,
Unwound,
David Axelrod,
the Normal,
The Gap Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sandy B,
Simply Red,
Erykah Badu,
The Fortunes,
Accadde A,
Tears for Fears,
Jeff Mills,
Andrew Hill,
The Wake,
Gerry Rafferty,
T. Rex,
Slave,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Searchers,
The Electric Prunes,
Trumans Water,
Q65,
Aswad,
The Blues Magoos,
the Slits,
Man Parrish,
Arab on Radar,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gang Green,
The Knickerbockers,
Boz Scaggs,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ituana,
Robert Görl,
Talk Talk,
Bobby Byrd,
Derrick May,
Mr. Review,
Gichy Dan,
Stetsasonic,
The Cramps,
10cc,
Urselle,
Popol Vuh,
Brick,
Shuggie Otis,
Harmonia,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Boogie Down Productions,
AZ,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.