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 Angola and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the techno 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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lungfish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
Black Pus,
Babytalk,
Stiv Bators,
Porter Ricks,
Flipper,
A Certain Ratio,
Connie Case,
Cluster,
the Slits,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gerry Rafferty,
10cc,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Japan,
The Flesh Eaters,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Aural Exciters,
Bauhaus,
OOIOO,
Donny Hathaway,
Malaria!,
Terry Callier,
Maleditus Sound,
Faraquet,
Al Stewart,
Deepchord,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rhythm & Sound,
Curtis Mayfield,
Main Source,
Roger Hodgson,
The Move,
Television,
Steve Hackett,
Barbara Tucker,
John Foxx,
David Bowie,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Red Krayola,
The Smoke,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Chris Corsano,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Nico,
Mandrill,
Yellowson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sister Nancy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Wings,
Visage,
Bluetip,
Depeche Mode,
Robert Görl,
Delta 5,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.