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 Papua New Guinea and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 spring reverb 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the jazz 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 The Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
Steve Hackett,
Agent Orange,
Rakim,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lungfish,
Rosa Yemen,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pussy Galore,
Sam Rivers,
Alison Limerick,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Birthday Party,
Pere Ubu,
Colin Newman,
Soft Cell,
Pylon,
Vainqueur,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bobby Byrd,
Stockholm Monsters,
Wings,
Ossler,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Albert Ayler,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lou Christie,
The Buckinghams,
Darondo,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sun Ra,
Kool Moe Dee,
The J.B.'s,
Soft Machine,
Roger Hodgson,
Stetsasonic,
The Grass Roots,
Rites of Spring,
Arcadia,
Kerri Chandler,
Donald Byrd,
Flash Fearless,
Moebius,
KRS-One,
Jacob Miller,
Fad Gadget,
Rapeman,
The Music Machine,
Blake Baxter,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Doors,
Fat Boys,
The Modern Lovers,
The Red Krayola,
Ralphi Rosario,
Frankie Knuckles,
Anakelly,
Ludus,
Animal Collective,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Smiths,
Quando Quango,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.