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 Portugal and from Winnipeg.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Woodstock.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Frankie Knuckles to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Bluetip,
Rhythm & Sound,
Soft Cell,
Alison Limerick,
Matthew Bourne,
Echospace,
Massinfluence,
Kenny Larkin,
Reuben Wilson,
Harmonia,
Icehouse,
Livin' Joy,
Negative Approach,
10cc,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
ABBA,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Roy Ayers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fat Boys,
Marc Almond,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
ABC,
Funky Four + One,
The Last Poets,
Bill Wells,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Donny Hathaway,
Slick Rick,
Brothers Johnson,
Pussy Galore,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Tommy Roe,
Nico,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The American Breed,
Royal Trux,
The Doors,
Nils Olav,
Joey Negro,
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Association,
Lindisfarne,
The Offenders,
Chrome,
The United States of America,
Adolescents,
Soft Machine,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lightning Bolt,
Fad Gadget,
Camouflage,
Cluster,
Flipper,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Wings,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Godley & Creme,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.