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 Djibouti and from Stockholm.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Livin' Joy to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Peter & Gordon,
Cybotron,
The Move,
Jawbox,
Fat Boys,
Rakim,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Cluster,
Mad Mike,
The Wake,
Panda Bear,
Little Man,
Delta 5,
Barclay James Harvest,
Agent Orange,
a-ha,
Ponytail,
Traffic Nightmare,
Danielle Patucci,
Subhumans,
The Toasters,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Moleskins,
Gang Starr,
Flamin' Groovies,
Grey Daturas,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Mary Jane Girls,
Cheater Slicks,
Carl Craig,
Harmonia,
cv313,
Laurel Aitken,
Al Stewart,
Model 500,
Television Personalities,
X-Ray Spex,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
China Crisis,
Royal Trux,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Young Rascals,
Malaria!,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Angels of Light,
Bill Near,
Donald Byrd,
R.M.O.,
Youth Brigade,
David McCallum,
Toni Rubio,
Patti Smith,
Wire,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Techniques,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Inner City,
Gichy Dan,
The Beau Brummels,
Piero Umiliani,
Ohio Players,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.