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 Brazil and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
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 The Blackbyrds to the techno 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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sällskapet,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Aloha Tigers,
Piero Umiliani,
The Blackbyrds,
Scientists,
Todd Terry,
Bobby Sherman,
Avey Tare,
Niagra,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Techniques,
Gang Gang Dance,
Babytalk,
Soft Cell,
The Slackers,
Black Flag,
Panda Bear,
Inner City,
Sarah Menescal,
X-101,
Dual Sessions,
Barrington Levy,
The Buckinghams,
Public Enemy,
Gabor Szabo,
Ossler,
Loose Ends,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Warsaw,
One Last Wish,
Scrapy,
Nick Fraelich,
David Axelrod,
Gong,
the Soft Cell,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Stooges,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Zapp,
kango's stein massive,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Amon Düül II,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Camberwell Now,
Aaron Thompson,
Ponytail,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Iggy Pop,
Television,
Marine Girls,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Litter,
Guru Guru,
Neil Young,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.