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 San Marino and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Electric Prunes to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
The Happenings,
the Normal,
Tears for Fears,
Zero Boys,
The Remains,
Hasil Adkins,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jacob Miller,
Al Stewart,
Pulsallama,
Yusef Lateef,
Quando Quango,
Siglo XX,
The Smiths,
Mandrill,
Reagan Youth,
The Techniques,
Gang Starr,
The Fugs,
In Retrospect,
Kenny Larkin,
The New Christs,
Josef K,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Misunderstood,
The Sisters of Mercy,
John Lydon,
The Mojo Men,
The Victims,
Dual Sessions,
Mantronix,
Derrick Morgan,
Circle Jerks,
Banda Bassotti,
The Modern Lovers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jeff Lynne,
Barbara Tucker,
Freddie Wadling,
Slave,
Eden Ahbez,
L. Decosne,
Franke,
Derrick May,
Toni Rubio,
Eric Copeland,
Lalo Schifrin,
Japan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Cowsills,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Intrusion,
The Wake,
Reuben Wilson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Babytalk,
Cecil Taylor,
Warren Ellis,
Audionom,
Grauzone,
This Heat,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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.