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 Montenegro and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Alphaville to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Toni Rubio,
The Pretty Things,
The Knickerbockers,
The Star Department,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Cybotron,
Avey Tare,
Delon & Dalcan,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Panda Bear,
JFA,
Joyce Sims,
New Order,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Graham Central Station,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Vogues,
Ice-T,
The Toasters,
Jeff Lynne,
Japan,
Kenny Larkin,
Sonny Sharrock,
cv313,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Marshall Jefferson,
Davy DMX,
The Music Machine,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Subhumans,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Electric Prunes,
Public Enemy,
John Cale,
The Smoke,
Zero Boys,
Au Pairs,
Throbbing Gristle,
Piero Umiliani,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Don Cherry,
Bill Near,
Jacques Brel,
X-101,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Depeche Mode,
48th St. Collective,
Flash Fearless,
Lou Christie,
Brass Construction,
The Walker Brothers,
Aural Exciters,
KRS-One,
Oblivians,
Inner City,
Malaria!,
Tim Buckley,
Blake Baxter,
Robert Görl,
Warren Ellis,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.