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 Vanuatu and from New York.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Monks to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
Anthony Braxton,
X-Ray Spex,
Qualms,
Spandau Ballet,
Outsiders,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Matthew Halsall,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Public Enemy,
Ten City,
Nick Fraelich,
Dawn Penn,
The Mummies,
Junior Murvin,
The Residents,
Magma,
Kayak,
Jandek,
Man Parrish,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bob Dylan,
Thompson Twins,
Gang of Four,
Can,
Donny Hathaway,
Youth Brigade,
The Tremeloes,
June Days,
Blancmange,
Young Marble Giants,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mark Hollis,
Schoolly D,
Dorothy Ashby,
OOIOO,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Black Moon,
Monolake,
Carl Craig,
Niagra,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Cybotron,
Morten Harket,
Scion,
FM Einheit,
Peter and Kerry,
Big Daddy Kane,
Funkadelic,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Crash Course in Science,
Brick,
Eden Ahbez,
Bobby Byrd,
Steve Hackett,
Mantronix,
Aswad,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Masters at Work,
Ken Boothe,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.