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 London.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the theremin 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the dance 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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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?
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kayak,
Cluster,
Todd Rundgren,
Zapp,
Essential Logic,
Royal Trux,
Juan Atkins,
Faraquet,
Sällskapet,
This Heat,
Motorama,
Mantronix,
Lyres,
Joe Smooth,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
L. Decosne,
Leonard Cohen,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Wings,
Josef K,
Amazonics,
Isaac Hayes,
The Five Americans,
The Modern Lovers,
Vainqueur,
Gabor Szabo,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Fugs,
Swell Maps,
Eden Ahbez,
Electric Prunes,
In Retrospect,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Angels of Light,
Barbara Tucker,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Soft Machine,
The Doobie Brothers,
Scott Walker,
Roger Hodgson,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bootsy Collins,
The Monochrome Set,
Pantaleimon,
The Barracudas,
Adolescents,
T. Rex,
a-ha,
June Days,
Avey Tare,
CMW,
Aloha Tigers,
OOIOO,
Magazine,
Barry Ungar,
Eric Dolphy,
Glenn Branca,
Donny Hathaway,
Stiv Bators,
Cal Tjader,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.