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 Uruguay and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 mellotron 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 The Chocolate Watch Band to the disco 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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monolake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Morten Harket,
The Durutti Column,
The Index,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Al Stewart,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Cowsills,
The Red Krayola,
Pulsallama,
Con Funk Shun,
Throbbing Gristle,
Warsaw,
Bang On A Can,
New Age Steppers,
The Toasters,
Bad Manners,
The Modern Lovers,
Ludus,
Cymande,
Bill Near,
Johnny Osbourne,
La Düsseldorf,
Los Fastidios,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
New Order,
The Real Kids,
Steve Hackett,
Bobby Byrd,
the Bar-Kays,
Das Ding,
The Young Rascals,
The Dirtbombs,
Rotary Connection,
Newcleus,
Mark Hollis,
Can,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Swans,
Bush Tetras,
Angry Samoans,
Camberwell Now,
Sixth Finger,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Motorama,
Spoonie Gee,
Lou Reed,
LL Cool J,
Isaac Hayes,
Shuggie Otis,
Zapp,
Second Layer,
Fela Kuti,
Deepchord,
The Neon Judgement,
Altered Images,
Sun Ra,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ossler,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ponytail,
Joyce Sims,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.