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 Tanzania and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 rhodes 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 Clear Light to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Underground Resistance,
Danielle Patucci,
Johnny Osbourne,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Suburban Knight,
Con Funk Shun,
Funkadelic,
The Martian,
Sex Pistols,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Chris & Cosey,
Quantec,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Smoke,
Tears for Fears,
Idris Muhammad,
Nas,
Scan 7,
Depeche Mode,
Magazine,
Sister Nancy,
Blake Baxter,
Iggy Pop,
Basic Channel,
Susan Cadogan,
JFA,
Steve Hackett,
Yazoo,
Dead Boys,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Black Moon,
Mary Jane Girls,
Au Pairs,
Marvin Gaye,
Nico,
The Zeros,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Oneida,
Matthew Halsall,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Glenn Branca,
Pole,
The Birthday Party,
Mantronix,
Jesper Dahlback,
Soul II Soul,
Tommy Roe,
Quadrant,
E-Dancer,
Blossom Toes,
The Barracudas,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pussy Galore,
Donald Byrd,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Wally Richardson,
Crispian St. Peters,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.