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 Costa Rica and from Paris.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
Cabaret Voltaire,
kango's stein massive,
Pole,
Black Moon,
Silicon Teens,
Organ,
UT,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Scott Walker,
Barry Ungar,
Tres Demented,
Zapp,
The Selecter,
Yaz,
Bootsy Collins,
The Misunderstood,
Accadde A,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
John Holt,
Mantronix,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pussy Galore,
Model 500,
Cymande,
John Foxx,
Bobby Sherman,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Boogie Down Productions,
Derrick Morgan,
The Cowsills,
DNA,
Sugar Minott,
Crooked Eye,
The Divine Comedy,
the Soft Cell,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bronski Beat,
Sister Nancy,
Unrelated Segments,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Fortunes,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ken Boothe,
ABC,
Surgeon,
Lindisfarne,
Alice Coltrane,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Cure,
John Lydon,
Goldenarms,
Mars,
Trumans Water,
Absolute Body Control,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jacques Brel,
Depeche Mode,
Soul II Soul,
Mark Hollis,
Can,
Lalann,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.