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 Madagascar and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the marimba 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 Sarah Menescal to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
ABC,
Maleditus Sound,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Trojans,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sun Ra,
The Detroit Cobras,
Magma,
Sight & Sound,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Organ,
Traffic Nightmare,
Scion,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pantytec,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Max Romeo,
Fatback Band,
Don Cherry,
The Real Kids,
Wings,
Jawbox,
Supertramp,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Selecter,
The Names,
Brick,
DJ Style,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Main Source,
Ronan,
Camberwell Now,
Funky Four + One,
Joensuu 1685,
Godley & Creme,
The Standells,
Rites of Spring,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
48th St. Collective,
Pylon,
David Bowie,
LL Cool J,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Last Poets,
Qualms,
Zero Boys,
Yusef Lateef,
Cybotron,
Bang On A Can,
Steve Hackett,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Hashim,
Connie Case,
The Golliwogs,
Infiniti,
Kayak,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.