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 Portugal and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 harpsichord 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 Metal Thangz to the punk 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gichy Dan,
Camouflage,
Boogie Down Productions,
John Cale,
Outsiders,
The Walker Brothers,
The Doors,
Sixth Finger,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Peter and Kerry,
X-101,
Black Pus,
Freddie Wadling,
MDC,
Unrelated Segments,
Pantytec,
Curtis Mayfield,
Marine Girls,
Moby Grape,
Alison Limerick,
PIL,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ponytail,
Idris Muhammad,
Fugazi,
The Misunderstood,
Jesper Dahlback,
Donny Hathaway,
Janne Schatter,
Schoolly D,
Excepter,
Saccharine Trust,
Pere Ubu,
The Vogues,
Jeru the Damaja,
John Lydon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Throbbing Gristle,
Morten Harket,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Isaac Hayes,
Ronan,
Zapp,
The Human League,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Delta 5,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
K-Klass,
Roxy Music,
The United States of America,
Terrestrial Tones,
Radiohead,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Electric Prunes,
Godley & Creme,
Country Teasers,
Jacob Miller,
Gong,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.