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 France and from Stockholm.
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 Salvador and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 June of 44 to the punk 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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Theoretical Girls,
The Associates,
Loose Ends,
Agitation Free,
the Soft Cell,
The Detroit Cobras,
Mark Hollis,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jesper Dahlback,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fat Boys,
David McCallum,
Pagans,
Danielle Patucci,
A Certain Ratio,
Faraquet,
Marvin Gaye,
The Skatalites,
Lucky Dragons,
The Velvet Underground,
Boogie Down Productions,
Dave Gahan,
Popol Vuh,
Goldenarms,
Iggy Pop,
Matthew Halsall,
Amon Düül,
The United States of America,
Drexciya,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Skriet,
Godley & Creme,
Brass Construction,
Traffic Nightmare,
Dawn Penn,
Little Man,
Silicon Teens,
The Doors,
Bobby Womack,
Surgeon,
Organ,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Todd Terry,
Make Up,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Mummies,
Pole,
Tom Boy,
Ornette Coleman,
DNA,
The Gun Club,
Kayak,
Cal Tjader,
Minor Threat,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bob Dylan,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ohio Players,
The Durutti Column,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Qualms,
Maurizio,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.