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 Belarus and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Jesper Dahlback to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
The New Christs,
The Happenings,
Ice-T,
Albert Ayler,
The Martian,
Black Bananas,
The Index,
The Angels of Light,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Cramps,
Blossom Toes,
Dark Day,
The Pop Group,
UT,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gabor Szabo,
Graham Central Station,
T.S.O.L.,
Absolute Body Control,
B.T. Express,
A Certain Ratio,
Soft Machine,
Joe Smooth,
Amon Düül II,
The Velvet Underground,
PIL,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Star Department,
Swell Maps,
Rakim,
Mantronix,
The Electric Prunes,
The Trojans,
Grandmaster Flash,
June Days,
Hot Snakes,
The Gap Band,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Brothers Johnson,
Josef K,
Wally Richardson,
Arthur Verocai,
Banda Bassotti,
Tomorrow,
The Fuzztones,
E-Dancer,
Marvin Gaye,
Crispy Ambulance,
Joey Negro,
Barrington Levy,
Reuben Wilson,
Althea and Donna,
Buzzcocks,
Ohio Players,
Sun Ra,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sound Behaviour,
Parry Music,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.