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 Cambodia and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb 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?
Slave,
Main Source,
Bad Manners,
Monolake,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Mojo Men,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sandy B,
Guru Guru,
Black Bananas,
Theoretical Girls,
the Soft Cell,
Faraquet,
Lungfish,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Drexciya,
Terrestrial Tones,
Cymande,
Mantronix,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Spandau Ballet,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Fuzztones,
R.M.O.,
Lakeside,
Cybotron,
Bobby Byrd,
Arcadia,
Arab on Radar,
Nico,
The Black Dice,
The Pop Group,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Steve Hackett,
Aural Exciters,
Joe Finger,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
UT,
Camberwell Now,
Radio Birdman,
Gang Green,
Y Pants,
Flipper,
Half Japanese,
Alison Limerick,
the Normal,
Lalann,
Stockholm Monsters,
Tres Demented,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
One Last Wish,
John Holt,
Sister Nancy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ultra Naté,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Vainqueur,
Rotary Connection,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.