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 Libya and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 rhodes 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 Freddie Wadling 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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Masters at Work,
Alphaville,
Peter & Gordon,
Fear,
Soul II Soul,
Anthony Braxton,
Johnny Clarke,
Yazoo,
Jawbox,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Terrestrial Tones,
Funky Four + One,
Shoche,
OOIOO,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Beau Brummels,
John Coltrane,
Aaron Thompson,
Minor Threat,
Mr. Review,
Danielle Patucci,
Ultravox,
Skarface,
Scott Walker,
Lindisfarne,
Barry Ungar,
Babytalk,
The Velvet Underground,
Zapp,
The Young Rascals,
Rufus Thomas,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Swans,
Reuben Wilson,
Ponytail,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Isaac Hayes,
Jacob Miller,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Slits,
Theoretical Girls,
The Monks,
Warsaw,
Thee Headcoats,
Marvin Gaye,
Kool Moe Dee,
Slick Rick,
Brass Construction,
D'Angelo,
The Alarm Clocks,
Audionom,
Model 500,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Echospace,
Electric Prunes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Offenders,
the Slits,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.