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 Guinea-Bissau and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Larry & the Blue Notes 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 The Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vaughan Mason & Crew 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?
Terry Callier,
Little Man,
The Toasters,
Bluetip,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kaleidoscope,
Severed Heads,
Procol Harum,
Ossler,
Visage,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Music Machine,
Robert Görl,
The Standells,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Byron Stingily,
The Knickerbockers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bronski Beat,
Clear Light,
Zero Boys,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Terrestrial Tones,
Y Pants,
Neil Young,
These Immortal Souls,
Kevin Saunderson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lalann,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Stooges,
Echospace,
Morten Harket,
Flash Fearless,
Davy DMX,
The Index,
Mad Mike,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Graham Central Station,
Yaz,
Alphaville,
Jerry's Kids,
Pagans,
Wasted Youth,
8 Eyed Spy,
EPMD,
Delon & Dalcan,
Danielle Patucci,
Junior Murvin,
Cymande,
Von Mondo,
Lakeside,
Television Personalities,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Amon Düül,
Bobby Byrd,
Desert Stars,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Joy Division,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.