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 Sweden and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Cosmic Jokers to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lalo Schifrin,
Dorothy Ashby,
Colin Newman,
Hot Snakes,
The Music Machine,
H. Thieme,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Man Parrish,
LL Cool J,
Minor Threat,
Jerry's Kids,
Ronnie Foster,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Donny Hathaway,
Erasure,
Magma,
Scratch Acid,
Monolake,
Johnny Clarke,
Leonard Cohen,
Index,
Newcleus,
Blossom Toes,
Robert Wyatt,
Mr. Review,
Camberwell Now,
The Leaves,
The Misunderstood,
Johnny Osbourne,
Banda Bassotti,
Kevin Saunderson,
Organ,
Lee Hazlewood,
Cybotron,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Slits,
Reuben Wilson,
the Normal,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Mojo Men,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Mars,
Supertramp,
World's Most,
The Electric Prunes,
The Selecter,
Nils Olav,
Gang Gang Dance,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Glenn Branca,
Connie Case,
Max Romeo,
Schoolly D,
Dark Day,
Ultravox,
Moss Icon,
Clear Light,
Brick,
Barry Ungar,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.