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 Israel and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the electroclash 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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Bill Near,
Minny Pops,
OOIOO,
Con Funk Shun,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Qualms,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Drive Like Jehu,
Faust,
Eurythmics,
Gerry Rafferty,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
David Bowie,
Godley & Creme,
Josef K,
Mr. Review,
Eli Mardock,
Pere Ubu,
The Red Krayola,
Clear Light,
Amon Düül II,
Vladislav Delay,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
China Crisis,
The Busters,
Eric B and Rakim,
Cluster,
Sight & Sound,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
UT,
These Immortal Souls,
Guru Guru,
Nils Olav,
The Blues Magoos,
Average White Band,
The New Christs,
Surgeon,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Monks,
Rapeman,
The Doobie Brothers,
Make Up,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Stiv Bators,
Blake Baxter,
Gabor Szabo,
Tim Buckley,
Mark Hollis,
KRS-One,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Can,
Stereo Dub,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bootsy Collins,
The Remains,
The Kinks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Zeros,
Fatback Band,
Janne Schatter,
Brass Construction,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.