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 Mozambique and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Section 25 to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell 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 a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
Robert Görl,
Danielle Patucci,
Soft Cell,
Roy Ayers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Walker Brothers,
R.M.O.,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
the Association,
Fatback Band,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ronnie Foster,
Alphaville,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Neon Judgement,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Vladislav Delay,
Jesper Dahlback,
Glambeats Corp.,
Johnny Osbourne,
Basic Channel,
David Bowie,
Derrick May,
Kenny Larkin,
Man Eating Sloth,
B.T. Express,
The American Breed,
The Offenders,
Monolake,
Juan Atkins,
Au Pairs,
kango's stein massive,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Graham Central Station,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
K-Klass,
The Last Poets,
Dual Sessions,
The Standells,
PIL,
The Associates,
CMW,
Black Sheep,
Livin' Joy,
Alison Limerick,
Altered Images,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Spoonie Gee,
Chris Corsano,
Ronan,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bad Manners,
Eurythmics,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Donny Hathaway,
The Slits,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jeff Lynne,
Audionom,
AZ,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.