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 Romania and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 organ 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 Dual Sessions to the punk 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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond 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?
Man Parrish,
Janne Schatter,
Siglo XX,
Theoretical Girls,
Q and Not U,
R.M.O.,
Guru Guru,
The Fugs,
Tim Buckley,
Scion,
Minnie Riperton,
Johnny Clarke,
Metal Thangz,
The Modern Lovers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Nirvana,
Bauhaus,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lakeside,
Maurizio,
The Divine Comedy,
Donald Byrd,
Mission of Burma,
Japan,
Lightning Bolt,
Organ,
Hoover,
Electric Prunes,
The Pretty Things,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jawbox,
Hot Snakes,
Eve St. Jones,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sonny Sharrock,
Brothers Johnson,
Pet Shop Boys,
Althea and Donna,
The Victims,
Bobby Womack,
cv313,
Jeff Mills,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Stockholm Monsters,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Can,
The Count Five,
Judy Mowatt,
EPMD,
Monks,
The Moleskins,
Wasted Youth,
Arthur Verocai,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Banda Bassotti,
Fear,
Eric Dolphy,
Rakim,
Stereo Dub,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.