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 Netherlands and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 synthesizer 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 Funky Four + One to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Motions,
Aloha Tigers,
Loose Ends,
Andrew Hill,
Zero Boys,
The Trojans,
Pierre Henry,
Moby Grape,
Ultimate Spinach,
Vladislav Delay,
Piero Umiliani,
Hoover,
Banda Bassotti,
Alton Ellis,
Yazoo,
E-Dancer,
Thee Headcoats,
Interpol,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lakeside,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Sound,
Tubeway Army,
Flash Fearless,
Pulsallama,
Bronski Beat,
Gil Scott Heron,
Man Parrish,
the Sonics,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Organ,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Black Bananas,
In Retrospect,
Inner City,
Suicide,
Guru Guru,
cv313,
China Crisis,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gastr Del Sol,
Von Mondo,
Bill Wells,
Prince Buster,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ohio Players,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
New Age Steppers,
Josef K,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Patti Smith,
Curtis Mayfield,
Essential Logic,
Ronnie Foster,
Scrapy,
Ultravox,
The Barracudas,
Quadrant,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.