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 Belgium and from Johannesburg.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Kerrie Biddell to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
Second Layer,
Wolf Eyes,
Tom Boy,
Alton Ellis,
The Walker Brothers,
Isaac Hayes,
The Beau Brummels,
Metal Thangz,
Soulsonic Force,
Kaleidoscope,
The Fugs,
The Fire Engines,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bob Dylan,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pere Ubu,
Jeff Lynne,
Reagan Youth,
Chris & Cosey,
Lyres,
Zapp,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ronan,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Yazoo,
These Immortal Souls,
Technova,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jeru the Damaja,
F. McDonald,
Mark Hollis,
Organ,
Thee Headcoats,
Mandrill,
John Coltrane,
Black Bananas,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Hasil Adkins,
Eddi Front,
the Normal,
Freddie Wadling,
Matthew Bourne,
Joe Smooth,
Lindisfarne,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sun Ra,
The Velvet Underground,
Rod Modell,
X-Ray Spex,
World's Most,
The Real Kids,
Silicon Teens,
Stetsasonic,
Whodini,
Sister Nancy,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.