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 Tajikistan and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Ponytail to the crunk 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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near 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 '60s 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 The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
Funky Four + One,
Joy Division,
Max Romeo,
Wings,
Royal Trux,
K-Klass,
Pylon,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Half Japanese,
Erasure,
Schoolly D,
The Electric Prunes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Marshall Jefferson,
Essential Logic,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bobby Sherman,
The Birthday Party,
The Pretty Things,
Nils Olav,
The Fall,
Cal Tjader,
Godley & Creme,
Eurythmics,
The Cowsills,
The Real Kids,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pussy Galore,
Basic Channel,
Tommy Roe,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pet Shop Boys,
Terrestrial Tones,
Joey Negro,
The Motions,
The Standells,
Soulsonic Force,
Siglo XX,
Oblivians,
The Buckinghams,
Nas,
Visage,
Minny Pops,
Theoretical Girls,
The Dirtbombs,
Mark Hollis,
Unrelated Segments,
The Divine Comedy,
The Barracudas,
Franke,
Heaven 17,
Pantaleimon,
Television Personalities,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Mojo Men,
Talk Talk,
Trumans Water,
Terry Callier,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.