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 Pakistan and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Althea and Donna to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James Chance & The Contortions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
Kenny Larkin,
Peter & Gordon,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sällskapet,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Young Marble Giants,
Heaven 17,
Boredoms,
Drexciya,
Essential Logic,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jacques Brel,
U.S. Maple,
Sarah Menescal,
Alison Limerick,
Easy Going,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Germs,
Fugazi,
Roxette,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Black Dice,
Chris Corsano,
The Cure,
Rapeman,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Crispy Ambulance,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
MC5,
The Mojo Men,
Ohio Players,
D'Angelo,
Roger Hodgson,
F. McDonald,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rakim,
Echospace,
OOIOO,
Lightning Bolt,
Todd Rundgren,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fluxion,
Aswad,
Angry Samoans,
The Dead C,
Frankie Knuckles,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Von Mondo,
Tres Demented,
June Days,
Sexual Harrassment,
Au Pairs,
Donald Byrd,
The Pretty Things,
The Angels of Light,
Funkadelic,
Crooked Eye,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.