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 Mali and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Soul II Soul to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
Motorama,
Simply Red,
Erykah Badu,
Radio Birdman,
Visage,
Severed Heads,
the Association,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Happenings,
Throbbing Gristle,
Joensuu 1685,
Morten Harket,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Suburban Knight,
Laurel Aitken,
Don Cherry,
Kaleidoscope,
Stiv Bators,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Steve Hackett,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Quando Quango,
Byron Stingily,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sound Behaviour,
Reuben Wilson,
Saccharine Trust,
Pantytec,
Smog,
Lou Reed,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
H. Thieme,
The Seeds,
Sällskapet,
Pere Ubu,
Average White Band,
Altered Images,
The Fortunes,
The Kinks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Five Americans,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Howard Jones,
Swans,
Neu!,
Man Parrish,
Graham Central Station,
Iggy Pop,
New Age Steppers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Camberwell Now,
Lightning Bolt,
Aswad,
The Litter,
Parry Music,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.