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 Turkmenistan and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Zero Boys to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba 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 güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
Jesper Dahlback,
Tears for Fears,
Audionom,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bill Near,
The Cure,
Bobby Byrd,
The Dead C,
Liliput,
CMW,
Sun City Girls,
Minnie Riperton,
The Fire Engines,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Smiths,
Stetsasonic,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Tommy Roe,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Electric Prunes,
Lucky Dragons,
Von Mondo,
Cameo,
La Düsseldorf,
MC5,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
A Certain Ratio,
New York Dolls,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Wire,
Radio Birdman,
Little Man,
Underground Resistance,
David Bowie,
10cc,
Organ,
Technova,
Heaven 17,
JFA,
Tres Demented,
Sixth Finger,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Cluster,
Leonard Cohen,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Trojans,
Magazine,
X-101,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Cal Tjader,
One Last Wish,
Model 500,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Derrick May,
Crispy Ambulance,
Dual Sessions,
The Doobie Brothers,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.