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 India and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 spring reverb 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 Roxy Music to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
Cheater Slicks,
Yaz,
Todd Rundgren,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lindisfarne,
Eric B and Rakim,
the Bar-Kays,
Tim Buckley,
cv313,
Peter and Kerry,
Toni Rubio,
The Residents,
Minny Pops,
The Index,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ultravox,
Boz Scaggs,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Doobie Brothers,
Organ,
Connie Case,
Los Fastidios,
H. Thieme,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Brand Nubian,
Audionom,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ultimate Spinach,
Hoover,
X-101,
T. Rex,
Eyeless In Gaza,
John Holt,
Bootsy Collins,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mars,
Marvin Gaye,
The Smiths,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Raincoats,
Sun Ra,
Hardrive,
The Motions,
Heaven 17,
Rekid,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jeff Mills,
10cc,
Gang Starr,
Can,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Godley & Creme,
Con Funk Shun,
Spandau Ballet,
Yellowson,
Vainqueur,
The Toasters,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.