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 Indonesia 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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the sitar 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
Model 500,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Tom Boy,
Little Man,
Unwound,
Matthew Bourne,
Moby Grape,
This Heat,
Masters at Work,
Colin Newman,
Blancmange,
Erasure,
Frankie Knuckles,
Schoolly D,
Donald Byrd,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Soft Machine,
Zapp,
James White and The Blacks,
Sonic Youth,
Pierre Henry,
Bang On A Can,
Lebanon Hanover,
Cybotron,
Wolf Eyes,
Curtis Mayfield,
Aaron Thompson,
Lou Christie,
Dennis Brown,
Hardrive,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Johnny Osbourne,
Clear Light,
The Neon Judgement,
Alton Ellis,
Y Pants,
Radio Birdman,
Fear,
Jeff Lynne,
The Evens,
Rites of Spring,
New Age Steppers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fatback Band,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Marshall Jefferson,
Suicide,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lightning Bolt,
PIL,
DJ Sneak,
Cheater Slicks,
The New Christs,
Grey Daturas,
The Residents,
the Normal,
Lalann,
Bobby Sherman,
Girls At Our Best!,
Nas,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Happenings,
Eurythmics,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.