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 Congo and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 synthesizer 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 Donny Hathaway to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
Bauhaus,
Brass Construction,
ABBA,
Malaria!,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Harry Pussy,
Crime,
Eli Mardock,
Smog,
Saccharine Trust,
The Zeros,
Roxette,
The Fuzztones,
the Association,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Echospace,
World's Most,
Roxy Music,
Dual Sessions,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Star Department,
Laurel Aitken,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Slave,
Mary Jane Girls,
Matthew Halsall,
Roger Hodgson,
Bobby Byrd,
The Monochrome Set,
K-Klass,
Donald Byrd,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Smoke,
Slick Rick,
Boz Scaggs,
John Foxx,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
B.T. Express,
Subhumans,
Whodini,
the Fania All-Stars,
Can,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Joey Negro,
Jimmy McGriff,
Soft Machine,
Ten City,
Donny Hathaway,
Derrick Morgan,
Gregory Isaacs,
Althea and Donna,
Sixth Finger,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Neon Judgement,
Mr. Review,
Derrick May,
Albert Ayler,
Fat Boys,
Skarface,
Symarip,
The Walker Brothers,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.