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 Cuba 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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Quantec to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Sneak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
L. Decosne,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Roxette,
Unwound,
Das Ding,
Lyres,
James White and The Blacks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
JFA,
Matthew Bourne,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Von Mondo,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Gun Club,
Sun Ra,
The Offenders,
Michelle Simonal,
Fluxion,
The Skatalites,
Bronski Beat,
Stereo Dub,
Tubeway Army,
the Association,
Joe Finger,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Sonics,
Duran Duran,
Drive Like Jehu,
Clear Light,
Supertramp,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Blues Magoos,
Howard Jones,
Mark Hollis,
Wings,
Freddie Wadling,
Arthur Verocai,
Saccharine Trust,
Ice-T,
The J.B.'s,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Agitation Free,
The Monochrome Set,
MDC,
Kool Moe Dee,
Henry Cow,
The Beau Brummels,
Reuben Wilson,
The Move,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sexual Harrassment,
Mo-Dettes,
Subhumans,
Goldenarms,
Marvin Gaye,
The Barracudas,
Spandau Ballet,
T.S.O.L.,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.