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 Togo and from Johannesburg.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Matthew Bourne to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
The Motions,
Godley & Creme,
Eddi Front,
Severed Heads,
Lalann,
Harmonia,
Bush Tetras,
Supertramp,
The Gap Band,
The Mummies,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Doors,
Half Japanese,
The Grass Roots,
the Fania All-Stars,
Anakelly,
Bill Wells,
Donald Byrd,
Joensuu 1685,
Inner City,
The Offenders,
MDC,
Bobby Womack,
Bootsy Collins,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jerry's Kids,
The Slits,
EPMD,
Colin Newman,
Metal Thangz,
U.S. Maple,
Byron Stingily,
Hot Snakes,
MC5,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Audionom,
Lungfish,
Nirvana,
Ken Boothe,
Barbara Tucker,
Neil Young,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Wire,
Con Funk Shun,
La Düsseldorf,
B.T. Express,
New York Dolls,
Radiohead,
T. Rex,
10cc,
Funky Four + One,
Charles Mingus,
Excepter,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Wally Richardson,
The Walker Brothers,
Masters at Work,
The Litter,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Gun Club,
Vainqueur,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.