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 Haiti and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Excepter to the techno 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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Black Bananas,
Lalann,
Swans,
Henry Cow,
Brand Nubian,
Audionom,
Main Source,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Erykah Badu,
Scott Walker,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pulsallama,
Ituana,
The Searchers,
Nik Kershaw,
Ultra Naté,
Chris Corsano,
Ornette Coleman,
FM Einheit,
Silicon Teens,
Intrusion,
Tom Boy,
Trumans Water,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Associates,
Andrew Hill,
Janne Schatter,
Patti Smith,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Das Ding,
Urselle,
Organ,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Severed Heads,
the Bar-Kays,
Bauhaus,
Johnny Osbourne,
The American Breed,
Clear Light,
Drive Like Jehu,
John Coltrane,
Matthew Halsall,
Newcleus,
Harry Pussy,
the Fania All-Stars,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bad Manners,
The Fall,
Dave Gahan,
Ohio Players,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Beau Brummels,
Lou Reed,
Nation of Ulysses,
Basic Channel,
The Flesh Eaters,
Camouflage,
The Moody Blues,
The Zeros,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.