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 Nigeria and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Alice Coltrane to the disco 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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
The Skatalites,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Mo-Dettes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Happenings,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pet Shop Boys,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Graham Central Station,
Henry Cow,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Faust,
Sexual Harrassment,
Brick,
The Red Krayola,
D'Angelo,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pulsallama,
Simply Red,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Mars,
Eve St. Jones,
Eddi Front,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Faraquet,
Dave Gahan,
Royal Trux,
Charles Mingus,
Blossom Toes,
Dual Sessions,
Bobby Byrd,
Dark Day,
La Düsseldorf,
UT,
Marc Almond,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Infiniti,
Junior Murvin,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Goldenarms,
Lalann,
The Fortunes,
Brothers Johnson,
Scratch Acid,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Vogues,
Can,
Zapp,
T.S.O.L.,
Roxy Music,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ken Boothe,
The Gun Club,
Pagans,
DJ Sneak,
The Mummies,
Scientists,
Sandy B,
Peter & Gordon,
Heaven 17,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.