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 Papua New Guinea and from Beijing.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Frankie Knuckles to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
Lyres,
Roger Hodgson,
Man Parrish,
Youth Brigade,
The Neon Judgement,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rekid,
Flash Fearless,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Shoche,
Half Japanese,
Eddi Front,
Sunsets and Hearts,
DJ Style,
Black Bananas,
Lalo Schifrin,
Dual Sessions,
Chris Corsano,
Kerri Chandler,
Can,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Moleskins,
The Young Rascals,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Doors,
a-ha,
Archie Shepp,
The Cure,
The Associates,
Aaron Thompson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rakim,
Ralphi Rosario,
Tears for Fears,
Ohio Players,
The Index,
Davy DMX,
Throbbing Gristle,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
the Fania All-Stars,
Unrelated Segments,
Mary Jane Girls,
Crispian St. Peters,
Crime,
Isaac Hayes,
Leonard Cohen,
Sällskapet,
Lungfish,
The Detroit Cobras,
Trumans Water,
Joe Smooth,
Jesper Dahlback,
Joe Finger,
Los Fastidios,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Groovy Waters,
Gang Green,
China Crisis,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.