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 Chad and from Beijing.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
Ultimate Spinach,
Quando Quango,
Cymande,
Dawn Penn,
kango's stein massive,
The Remains,
Todd Terry,
Echospace,
Rites of Spring,
Susan Cadogan,
Josef K,
Index,
Groovy Waters,
Donny Hathaway,
Yazoo,
Minnie Riperton,
Gang of Four,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kenny Larkin,
The Gladiators,
The Evens,
Avey Tare,
The Standells,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Raincoats,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Hot Snakes,
Fear,
Bizarre Inc.,
Motorama,
Marc Almond,
Harmonia,
Eric Copeland,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Tom Boy,
Japan,
Silicon Teens,
The Stooges,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Flamin' Groovies,
Spoonie Gee,
The Doobie Brothers,
Thompson Twins,
Neil Young,
Nick Fraelich,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Inner City,
Jerry's Kids,
Sun City Girls,
Tres Demented,
Jandek,
Drexciya,
Ituana,
Circle Jerks,
Rapeman,
Organ,
Reagan Youth,
Black Sheep,
Von Mondo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.