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 Ghana and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Shoche to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Blake Baxter,
The Cowsills,
Sonic Youth,
ABC,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
cv313,
the Swans,
Young Marble Giants,
Lalann,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Electric Prunes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Scrapy,
Technova,
Marvin Gaye,
Byron Stingily,
Royal Trux,
The American Breed,
Man Parrish,
Malaria!,
Kurtis Blow,
The Doobie Brothers,
Metal Thangz,
JFA,
Connie Case,
Absolute Body Control,
Funky Four + One,
Negative Approach,
Boz Scaggs,
Chris & Cosey,
Rites of Spring,
Slave,
La Düsseldorf,
Erykah Badu,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Searchers,
Theoretical Girls,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jimmy McGriff,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
U.S. Maple,
Rakim,
Nik Kershaw,
Organ,
Archie Shepp,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Second Layer,
Aural Exciters,
Arcadia,
Sandy B,
Eden Ahbez,
Los Fastidios,
Brothers Johnson,
Basic Channel,
Aloha Tigers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Cecil Taylor,
Hoover,
Moby Grape,
Colin Newman,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.