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 Congo and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Donald Fagen 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 Marc Almond to the disco 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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
The J.B.'s,
Liliput,
Stiv Bators,
Mary Jane Girls,
Barbara Tucker,
Ludus,
Severed Heads,
Godley & Creme,
Banda Bassotti,
Rod Modell,
The American Breed,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Soft Machine,
Black Sheep,
Al Stewart,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Thompson Twins,
Sparks,
Yusef Lateef,
Rhythm & Sound,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Technova,
Kerri Chandler,
ABBA,
Rosa Yemen,
Sound Behaviour,
Yazoo,
Lou Christie,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Brothers Johnson,
Absolute Body Control,
Mr. Review,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Supertramp,
Subhumans,
Jeru the Damaja,
Dorothy Ashby,
Country Teasers,
Maleditus Sound,
Janne Schatter,
Lindisfarne,
Mo-Dettes,
Bush Tetras,
Donald Byrd,
Soulsonic Force,
Urselle,
Make Up,
Neu!,
Magma,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Theoretical Girls,
Sandy B,
Pole,
Crispian St. Peters,
Nation of Ulysses,
Public Image Ltd.,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Faust,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.