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 Korea South and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Delhi.
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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Gerry Rafferty to the grunge 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 the Swans. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
Amon Düül II,
Visage,
London Community Gospel Choir,
K-Klass,
48th St. Collective,
Magma,
Crooked Eye,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Arcadia,
X-101,
T. Rex,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
David Bowie,
Tres Demented,
These Immortal Souls,
Nils Olav,
The Cowsills,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Darondo,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Minnie Riperton,
Sugar Minott,
DNA,
Marvin Gaye,
Blancmange,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Amon Düül,
Sandy B,
Kerri Chandler,
Angry Samoans,
Jawbox,
Pole,
Sparks,
Marine Girls,
Mission of Burma,
Quando Quango,
Radio Birdman,
Eddi Front,
a-ha,
Wings,
Porter Ricks,
Circle Jerks,
Adolescents,
Sexual Harrassment,
Drive Like Jehu,
Q and Not U,
Patti Smith,
Can,
The Golliwogs,
The Litter,
Jimmy McGriff,
Robert Hood,
Theoretical Girls,
Hardrive,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
UT,
Accadde A,
The Trojans,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.