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 Spain and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bremen.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Das Ding 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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
Oblivians,
Babytalk,
Junior Murvin,
Vladislav Delay,
Scientists,
Dennis Brown,
John Coltrane,
Barry Ungar,
The Walker Brothers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jacob Miller,
Bluetip,
Tears for Fears,
cv313,
Yaz,
Y Pants,
Lindisfarne,
Schoolly D,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Unrelated Segments,
X-102,
Yusef Lateef,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Vogues,
Ice-T,
Little Man,
Massinfluence,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Desert Stars,
Underground Resistance,
Todd Terry,
The Electric Prunes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ultra Naté,
Make Up,
Motorama,
The Sonics,
The Residents,
Rakim,
Con Funk Shun,
E-Dancer,
Guru Guru,
Marmalade,
Maleditus Sound,
Soft Machine,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Faust,
Clear Light,
The Stooges,
Fat Boys,
Derrick May,
Model 500,
Soul Sonic Force,
Second Layer,
Joy Division,
MC5,
Pere Ubu,
Prince Buster,
Joyce Sims,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.