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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 arpeggiator 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 Flipper to the dance 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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
Accadde A,
Soft Cell,
Brand Nubian,
Hardrive,
The Moleskins,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ultravox,
Altered Images,
Derrick Morgan,
Pylon,
The Remains,
Interpol,
The Kinks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
PIL,
Throbbing Gristle,
Crash Course in Science,
Cecil Taylor,
Marine Girls,
Fat Boys,
The Real Kids,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Donny Hathaway,
Vainqueur,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bang On A Can,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Niagra,
Kurtis Blow,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sight & Sound,
Underground Resistance,
Hoover,
Grey Daturas,
Urselle,
The J.B.'s,
Crooked Eye,
The Offenders,
The Fugs,
Yazoo,
Marvin Gaye,
Cheater Slicks,
Sugar Minott,
Bizarre Inc.,
Technova,
Bill Near,
Cluster,
Fela Kuti,
10cc,
Man Eating Sloth,
Aloha Tigers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Al Stewart,
Eden Ahbez,
Wire,
Isaac Hayes,
Circle Jerks,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.