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 Gabon and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Columbus.
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 Thee Headcoats to the rock 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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lou Christie,
Y Pants,
Alton Ellis,
Neu!,
The Monochrome Set,
Frankie Knuckles,
Deadbeat,
Bootsy Collins,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Circle Jerks,
Ten City,
Dorothy Ashby,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Doobie Brothers,
Urselle,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Johnny Clarke,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Young Rascals,
Pole,
La Düsseldorf,
Alphaville,
Pulsallama,
Pussy Galore,
Roxette,
The Fall,
Con Funk Shun,
Joe Smooth,
Scrapy,
Skaos,
AZ,
E-Dancer,
MC5,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Joy Division,
Alice Coltrane,
Fela Kuti,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Japan,
New York Dolls,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
DNA,
Tim Buckley,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Raincoats,
Sam Rivers,
Babytalk,
Index,
Symarip,
Agent Orange,
The Alarm Clocks,
World's Most,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gang Gang Dance,
Dual Sessions,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.