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 Malta and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Eddi Front to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a These Immortal Souls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
Patti Smith,
AZ,
Johnny Osbourne,
Fad Gadget,
Severed Heads,
D'Angelo,
Frankie Knuckles,
Main Source,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Adolescents,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ultravox,
Althea and Donna,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Livin' Joy,
Quantec,
Funky Four + One,
Judy Mowatt,
Second Layer,
Monks,
Crispy Ambulance,
John Lydon,
The Buckinghams,
Niagra,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lebanon Hanover,
Radiohead,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Slave,
Andrew Hill,
Cluster,
Deepchord,
Faust,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Cramps,
Big Daddy Kane,
John Foxx,
Barclay James Harvest,
L. Decosne,
Basic Channel,
Suicide,
The Alarm Clocks,
Eurythmics,
Sandy B,
Donny Hathaway,
Ornette Coleman,
Japan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Dave Clark Five,
Warren Ellis,
Surgeon,
Charles Mingus,
the Slits,
Chrome,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Q and Not U,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Arab on Radar,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.