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 Gabon and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 harpsichord 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 Ohio Players to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
Aloha Tigers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fluxion,
Zapp,
Cheater Slicks,
Joey Negro,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Yaz,
Adolescents,
Monolake,
Aswad,
Sällskapet,
Cameo,
Jesper Dahlback,
Essential Logic,
Tubeway Army,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Michelle Simonal,
Cymande,
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Human League,
Roxette,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Marc Almond,
DJ Style,
Dead Boys,
Roger Hodgson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Flamin' Groovies,
Amon Düül II,
The Techniques,
the Germs,
48th St. Collective,
Outsiders,
Black Pus,
Lakeside,
Judy Mowatt,
Sight & Sound,
Soulsonic Force,
Yazoo,
Gregory Isaacs,
Joy Division,
Lungfish,
Gong,
The United States of America,
Loose Ends,
Skarface,
Eden Ahbez,
L. Decosne,
F. McDonald,
Faust,
Sixth Finger,
Agent Orange,
The Cure,
Charles Mingus,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ossler,
Technova,
Siglo XX,
The Beau Brummels,
Ludus,
John Foxx,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.