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 Micronesia and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Roxy Music to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
Suicide,
Isaac Hayes,
Television,
The Smoke,
Davy DMX,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ultra Naté,
New Age Steppers,
The Techniques,
The Gun Club,
Robert Görl,
the Bar-Kays,
The Trojans,
Deadbeat,
the Germs,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lou Christie,
Second Layer,
Average White Band,
the Association,
Bobby Sherman,
The Gories,
Gang Gang Dance,
X-101,
Hashim,
New Order,
Joe Smooth,
Symarip,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Franke,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Nation of Ulysses,
Connie Case,
David Axelrod,
Eden Ahbez,
Kas Product,
Wings,
Throbbing Gristle,
Dark Day,
Section 25,
Gabor Szabo,
Mad Mike,
Kerri Chandler,
Flash Fearless,
Henry Cow,
the Soft Cell,
The Count Five,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Country Teasers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bootsy Collins,
Kenny Larkin,
Tim Buckley,
Blancmange,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Arthur Verocai,
Bauhaus,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.