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 the UAE and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Alphaville to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
The Last Poets,
Dorothy Ashby,
Scientists,
Tears for Fears,
Rakim,
Joe Finger,
Massinfluence,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Big Daddy Kane,
Derrick May,
Steve Hackett,
H. Thieme,
Danielle Patucci,
Nirvana,
One Last Wish,
Max Romeo,
FM Einheit,
Johnny Osbourne,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Crooked Eye,
The J.B.'s,
Gichy Dan,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sound Behaviour,
Bad Manners,
Mark Hollis,
Trumans Water,
Hot Snakes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Faraquet,
The Fire Engines,
Joe Smooth,
The Residents,
Minnie Riperton,
The Seeds,
Swell Maps,
Suburban Knight,
LL Cool J,
Black Pus,
Echospace,
ABC,
Pagans,
Jerry's Kids,
Amazonics,
Average White Band,
Eden Ahbez,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Tremeloes,
Juan Atkins,
Marcia Griffiths,
L. Decosne,
The Gladiators,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Minny Pops,
Frankie Knuckles,
Matthew Halsall,
Moebius,
Judy Mowatt,
Neil Young,
the Bar-Kays,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.