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 Singapore and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 arpeggiator 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 Au Pairs to the funk 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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
The Searchers,
Eden Ahbez,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sarah Menescal,
Tears for Fears,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kool Moe Dee,
Boogie Down Productions,
Severed Heads,
Amon Düül II,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eve St. Jones,
Toni Rubio,
Jeru the Damaja,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
JFA,
Kurtis Blow,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Danielle Patucci,
Donald Byrd,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Das Ding,
Tomorrow,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Dave Clark Five,
Hoover,
Clear Light,
Johnny Osbourne,
Outsiders,
Howard Jones,
Roxette,
Sun Ra,
Ronnie Foster,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Dead C,
Robert Wyatt,
Sparks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Malaria!,
Neu!,
Prince Buster,
Barbara Tucker,
Al Stewart,
Darondo,
Lower 48,
Arthur Verocai,
Amon Düül,
Juan Atkins,
Todd Rundgren,
MC5,
In Retrospect,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Move,
Barry Ungar,
Max Romeo,
Piero Umiliani,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.