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 Iceland and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Eurythmics 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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
the Slits,
Drexciya,
Bobby Sherman,
Skaos,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Minny Pops,
Ossler,
Peter & Gordon,
Harpers Bizarre,
Zero Boys,
Roy Ayers,
R.M.O.,
Juan Atkins,
Popol Vuh,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pet Shop Boys,
Al Stewart,
Tres Demented,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Black Bananas,
Lakeside,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Cure,
Dawn Penn,
Porter Ricks,
New Age Steppers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Radiohead,
OOIOO,
Subhumans,
Ultra Naté,
The Fortunes,
Stetsasonic,
Howard Jones,
Kerri Chandler,
The Detroit Cobras,
Unrelated Segments,
Tropical Tobacco,
Scratch Acid,
The Pretty Things,
The Zeros,
Glambeats Corp.,
Maurizio,
Kayak,
a-ha,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Beau Brummels,
New York Dolls,
Mandrill,
Los Fastidios,
The Walker Brothers,
Boredoms,
Isaac Hayes,
the Soft Cell,
Alice Coltrane,
Shuggie Otis,
Agitation Free,
Faraquet,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.