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 San Marino and from Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the theremin 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 D'Angelo to the electroclash 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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Offenders,
Peter & Gordon,
Symarip,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Fire Engines,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Black Dice,
The Young Rascals,
Rosa Yemen,
Duran Duran,
The Knickerbockers,
Funkadelic,
World's Most,
Fad Gadget,
Thompson Twins,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The J.B.'s,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Desert Stars,
Johnny Osbourne,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sex Pistols,
The Dave Clark Five,
Carl Craig,
Technova,
Bluetip,
UT,
Vainqueur,
Tres Demented,
Soft Machine,
the Soft Cell,
The Electric Prunes,
The Buckinghams,
Radio Birdman,
Depeche Mode,
Mark Hollis,
Todd Rundgren,
Y Pants,
The Litter,
Camberwell Now,
Marmalade,
The Real Kids,
Electric Prunes,
Neu!,
The United States of America,
The Red Krayola,
Max Romeo,
Joyce Sims,
Warren Ellis,
Brothers Johnson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pantaleimon,
Throbbing Gristle,
KRS-One,
Fela Kuti,
Boz Scaggs,
Fluxion,
Radiopuhelimet,
Malaria!,
Dual Sessions,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.