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 Brazil and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Michael McDonald 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 Loose Ends to the crunk 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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
The Skatalites,
The Martian,
Derrick Morgan,
Patti Smith,
Kas Product,
Reuben Wilson,
Gang Starr,
Anthony Braxton,
Derrick May,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Q and Not U,
Arthur Verocai,
Stereo Dub,
Ten City,
John Coltrane,
Chrome,
Roy Ayers,
10cc,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Au Pairs,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Leaves,
Japan,
Franke,
The Fortunes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bauhaus,
Grauzone,
Stetsasonic,
Godley & Creme,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Vainqueur,
Duran Duran,
Al Stewart,
The Residents,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eddi Front,
The New Christs,
China Crisis,
Eli Mardock,
Bad Manners,
Toni Rubio,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Newcleus,
Bang On A Can,
Michelle Simonal,
Negative Approach,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Brand Nubian,
Symarip,
Monks,
Kool Moe Dee,
New Age Steppers,
Visage,
Jerry's Kids,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.