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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Philadelphia.
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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Roger Hodgson to the rap 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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
Traffic Nightmare,
Crooked Eye,
Rites of Spring,
Au Pairs,
Ralphi Rosario,
Throbbing Gristle,
Thompson Twins,
Suburban Knight,
The Mummies,
Robert Hood,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Easy Going,
Scion,
Lungfish,
Cecil Taylor,
Neu!,
ABBA,
The Zeros,
Prince Buster,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Groovy Waters,
Magma,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Quantec,
Symarip,
Japan,
Cluster,
Albert Ayler,
The Mojo Men,
Crash Course in Science,
Aloha Tigers,
Buzzcocks,
Donald Byrd,
Grauzone,
Ronnie Foster,
L. Decosne,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Yaz,
The Martian,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Adolescents,
Pharoah Sanders,
Essential Logic,
Tears for Fears,
Mantronix,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rufus Thomas,
Mr. Review,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Todd Rundgren,
Bang On A Can,
The Red Krayola,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Derrick Morgan,
The J.B.'s,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gang Green,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Dave Gahan,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.