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 Cyprus and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 Half Japanese to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
Piero Umiliani,
Gang of Four,
Sister Nancy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Evens,
The Red Krayola,
Kerrie Biddell,
Brothers Johnson,
Black Flag,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Alton Ellis,
Procol Harum,
Soul II Soul,
Theoretical Girls,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Index,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Porter Ricks,
Albert Ayler,
Quando Quango,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sight & Sound,
Minny Pops,
The Five Americans,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Metal Thangz,
Talk Talk,
8 Eyed Spy,
Organ,
Patti Smith,
Idris Muhammad,
The Techniques,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Soul Sonic Force,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Television Personalities,
Junior Murvin,
Ponytail,
Erykah Badu,
Reagan Youth,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lungfish,
Trumans Water,
Rakim,
Roger Hodgson,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gregory Isaacs,
Mission of Burma,
The Gories,
Country Teasers,
Anthony Braxton,
Soft Cell,
The Black Dice,
Thompson Twins,
Moby Grape,
China Crisis,
H. Thieme,
Brass Construction,
Royal Trux,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Urselle,
Steve Hackett,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.