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 Greece and from Tehran.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 oboe 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 Bauhaus 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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fatback Band,
Moby Grape,
Section 25,
Sound Behaviour,
Babytalk,
Simply Red,
Hoover,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Tommy Roe,
Yellowson,
The Monks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Todd Terry,
Sun Ra,
Public Image Ltd.,
Faust,
Neu!,
Infiniti,
Arab on Radar,
Gang of Four,
Faraquet,
Big Daddy Kane,
Roger Hodgson,
Funkadelic,
Mo-Dettes,
Whodini,
Marshall Jefferson,
Adolescents,
Bush Tetras,
kango's stein massive,
Derrick Morgan,
Arthur Verocai,
Au Pairs,
a-ha,
The Electric Prunes,
Mars,
Procol Harum,
Japan,
Arcadia,
Henry Cow,
Fela Kuti,
Magazine,
Quando Quango,
Heaven 17,
Juan Atkins,
The Pop Group,
Absolute Body Control,
Goldenarms,
Stiv Bators,
The Litter,
Bauhaus,
Television Personalities,
Moss Icon,
Soul Sonic Force,
Echospace,
Technova,
The Residents,
Hashim,
LL Cool J,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.