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 Bahamas and from Milan.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 synthesizer 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 Moby Grape to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
Terry Callier,
Negative Approach,
The Star Department,
Pet Shop Boys,
Quantec,
Nik Kershaw,
Eli Mardock,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Young Marble Giants,
The Invisible,
Lakeside,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Fat Boys,
La Düsseldorf,
China Crisis,
Massinfluence,
Gregory Isaacs,
Anthony Braxton,
Sonic Youth,
Lalann,
Public Image Ltd.,
Charles Mingus,
Rosa Yemen,
John Cale,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jerry's Kids,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Bar-Kays,
The Walker Brothers,
Joe Finger,
Eddi Front,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Mars,
These Immortal Souls,
Television Personalities,
Bush Tetras,
The Moleskins,
Jacques Brel,
AZ,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lower 48,
Steve Hackett,
Grauzone,
Marcia Griffiths,
Marmalade,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Dennis Brown,
Gil Scott Heron,
Minnie Riperton,
The United States of America,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bad Manners,
Pussy Galore,
the Swans,
Alison Limerick,
Babytalk,
Todd Rundgren,
The Martian,
Soft Cell,
Peter & Gordon,
This Heat,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.