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 Honduras and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gap Band to the grime 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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eve St. Jones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
Kaleidoscope,
Blake Baxter,
Pantytec,
World's Most,
Metal Thangz,
Pussy Galore,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Can,
The Move,
The Techniques,
Godley & Creme,
Letta Mbulu,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Quantec,
Pere Ubu,
The Neon Judgement,
Unrelated Segments,
Drive Like Jehu,
Mad Mike,
Make Up,
the Germs,
Basic Channel,
Depeche Mode,
The Monks,
Nico,
Marvin Gaye,
Johnny Osbourne,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Groovy Waters,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Associates,
Cheater Slicks,
Stereo Dub,
Rosa Yemen,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Monochrome Set,
The Skatalites,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gerry Rafferty,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jacob Miller,
Darondo,
Das Ding,
CMW,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Tomorrow,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kayak,
Alison Limerick,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Offenders,
Clear Light,
Flash Fearless,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Moleskins,
Camouflage,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Motions,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.