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 Lithuania and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 organ 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 Fania All-Stars to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Cybotron,
Ohio Players,
Ultra Naté,
Prince Buster,
Das Ding,
The Names,
Peter and Kerry,
The Busters,
Oblivians,
Yellowson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Yazoo,
Joensuu 1685,
Marc Almond,
L. Decosne,
Dennis Brown,
The Alarm Clocks,
Tom Boy,
Peter & Gordon,
Crime,
Danielle Patucci,
Bronski Beat,
Gang Starr,
The Victims,
Harry Pussy,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pere Ubu,
Los Fastidios,
The Saints,
The Fortunes,
The Moody Blues,
The Count Five,
The American Breed,
Suburban Knight,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Litter,
the Germs,
The Skatalites,
Crispian St. Peters,
Q and Not U,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Mo-Dettes,
Drexciya,
The Dead C,
Radiohead,
John Coltrane,
Shuggie Otis,
Youth Brigade,
Blake Baxter,
Sunsets and Hearts,
John Holt,
John Foxx,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Scan 7,
Malaria!,
Warsaw,
Groovy Waters,
Bang On A Can,
John Cale,
The Neon Judgement,
The Raincoats,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.