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 Lebanon and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Cairo.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 DNA to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
Stiv Bators,
Sixth Finger,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
F. McDonald,
Little Man,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Normal,
Half Japanese,
Black Moon,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Cramps,
Youth Brigade,
Pagans,
Metal Thangz,
Outsiders,
Scan 7,
Kevin Saunderson,
Amon Düül II,
Young Marble Giants,
Zapp,
Mo-Dettes,
Johnny Clarke,
Ultra Naté,
Whodini,
Masters at Work,
Black Pus,
Harry Pussy,
Jeff Lynne,
Agent Orange,
Crash Course in Science,
Reuben Wilson,
E-Dancer,
Slick Rick,
Dorothy Ashby,
Surgeon,
Nick Fraelich,
Second Layer,
Harpers Bizarre,
Nico,
Loose Ends,
The Mummies,
Barbara Tucker,
Flash Fearless,
Make Up,
Nils Olav,
Darondo,
The Victims,
DJ Style,
Rites of Spring,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Flesh Eaters,
Soulsonic Force,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kenny Larkin,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Stetsasonic,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Minny Pops,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.