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 Turkey and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Ronan to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Warsaw,
Tears for Fears,
Bluetip,
The Martian,
Dawn Penn,
Soul II Soul,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Slave,
Nico,
Jacob Miller,
Bobby Womack,
Mad Mike,
Goldenarms,
Kurtis Blow,
Popol Vuh,
Donald Byrd,
Supertramp,
Terry Callier,
Boogie Down Productions,
Howard Jones,
Alphaville,
The Fortunes,
DNA,
Bob Dylan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
China Crisis,
Al Stewart,
Minny Pops,
Thee Headcoats,
T. Rex,
Stetsasonic,
Sonic Youth,
The Gun Club,
The Moody Blues,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Nik Kershaw,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Minor Threat,
Janne Schatter,
The Fall,
Brass Construction,
Andrew Hill,
Can,
Sugar Minott,
Eli Mardock,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Golliwogs,
Joe Finger,
Ten City,
Black Pus,
In Retrospect,
Cameo,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bobby Byrd,
Pagans,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Remains,
Echospace,
The Gap Band,
Ken Boothe,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.