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 Mongolia and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mexico City.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 electroclash 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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
Man Parrish,
AZ,
MDC,
Terry Callier,
The Invisible,
Quantec,
Barrington Levy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Robert Wyatt,
Minnie Riperton,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Con Funk Shun,
kango's stein massive,
The Leaves,
Marvin Gaye,
Kas Product,
Lakeside,
Moebius,
Funky Four + One,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Names,
E-Dancer,
Frankie Knuckles,
Saccharine Trust,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Hardrive,
Crispian St. Peters,
Camouflage,
Negative Approach,
The Index,
10cc,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Music Machine,
Y Pants,
Althea and Donna,
Livin' Joy,
Nick Fraelich,
OOIOO,
Soft Cell,
Stiv Bators,
Bobby Sherman,
Mark Hollis,
Anakelly,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gabor Szabo,
Eric B and Rakim,
The American Breed,
Bauhaus,
Siglo XX,
Bootsy Collins,
Ornette Coleman,
Crash Course in Science,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Excepter,
Jacques Brel,
Moss Icon,
Max Romeo,
Lungfish,
Howard Jones,
Derrick Morgan,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.