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 Turkmenistan and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Michelle Simonal to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
The Happenings,
Suicide,
Fear,
The Raincoats,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Joy Division,
Terry Callier,
Alison Limerick,
Vainqueur,
Con Funk Shun,
Jacob Miller,
Marvin Gaye,
The Dave Clark Five,
Urselle,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Blackbyrds,
Easy Going,
Bobby Womack,
Marc Almond,
Maleditus Sound,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eric Copeland,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Y Pants,
Cheater Slicks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Das Ding,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Dead C,
Franke,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Piero Umiliani,
ABC,
MDC,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Technova,
8 Eyed Spy,
Eve St. Jones,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Inner City,
The Birthday Party,
Brothers Johnson,
Circle Jerks,
The Fuzztones,
Traffic Nightmare,
Main Source,
the Human League,
Crispy Ambulance,
New Age Steppers,
The Index,
Warren Ellis,
AZ,
Skriet,
Ohio Players,
Josef K,
T.S.O.L.,
Excepter,
Susan Cadogan,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.