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 Gabon and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 The Pop Group 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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moleskins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
Oneida,
David McCallum,
Freddie Wadling,
Eden Ahbez,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fluxion,
Maleditus Sound,
The Doobie Brothers,
Index,
Newcleus,
The Dead C,
Eric Copeland,
Organ,
Marine Girls,
Hashim,
Scientists,
Crash Course in Science,
Model 500,
AZ,
Cheater Slicks,
OOIOO,
Graham Central Station,
Ohio Players,
The Smiths,
Symarip,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Henry Cow,
the Sonics,
Yazoo,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The American Breed,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Slits,
Crime,
The United States of America,
Mission of Burma,
FM Einheit,
Bronski Beat,
The Trojans,
Kayak,
Bang On A Can,
Barclay James Harvest,
Matthew Bourne,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Siglo XX,
Lindisfarne,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ken Boothe,
the Bar-Kays,
The Happenings,
Lungfish,
Simply Red,
The Angels of Light,
Chrome,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Trumans Water,
Brand Nubian,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Red Krayola,
The Divine Comedy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.