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 Cambodia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 Copenhagen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Offenders to the rap 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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
K-Klass,
Mission of Burma,
Aloha Tigers,
Stetsasonic,
Lalo Schifrin,
Fad Gadget,
Echospace,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Mars,
X-102,
Dorothy Ashby,
PIL,
Main Source,
Susan Cadogan,
June of 44,
Barry Ungar,
The Music Machine,
Lakeside,
New Age Steppers,
Mandrill,
The Golliwogs,
Leonard Cohen,
Index,
Barrington Levy,
Junior Murvin,
Con Funk Shun,
Lungfish,
Cal Tjader,
Youth Brigade,
Crispy Ambulance,
Schoolly D,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Y Pants,
Soft Cell,
Buzzcocks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Organ,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Beau Brummels,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Roger Hodgson,
The Misunderstood,
Bill Wells,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Malaria!,
Suicide,
Intrusion,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Pretty Things,
Average White Band,
Freddie Wadling,
Motorama,
Robert Görl,
La Düsseldorf,
Sällskapet,
Technova,
Minny Pops,
Magazine,
Todd Terry,
Banda Bassotti,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.