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 Australia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Cymande to the disco 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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Liliput,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Slits,
The Wake,
The Sonics,
The Seeds,
Bill Near,
Intrusion,
Rekid,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lou Christie,
ABC,
The Fire Engines,
Hasil Adkins,
Soft Cell,
Cybotron,
Talk Talk,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Q65,
The Beau Brummels,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eddi Front,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Susan Cadogan,
Yellowson,
Das Ding,
The Doors,
Malaria!,
Slave,
Tim Buckley,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kaleidoscope,
Soul II Soul,
Bob Dylan,
X-101,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Gap Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gang of Four,
Kayak,
Faust,
Moebius,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sex Pistols,
China Crisis,
Delon & Dalcan,
Fatback Band,
Zero Boys,
The Divine Comedy,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sexual Harrassment,
K-Klass,
Zapp,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Derrick Morgan,
Duran Duran,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.