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 Sweden and from Lille.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ 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 Silicon Teens to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson 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?
the Human League,
The Fire Engines,
Cheater Slicks,
Roxette,
Marvin Gaye,
Erasure,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
China Crisis,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sexual Harrassment,
Fatback Band,
Infiniti,
Sound Behaviour,
The Golliwogs,
Talk Talk,
Los Fastidios,
Man Parrish,
David McCallum,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Index,
The Last Poets,
Bill Wells,
Hot Snakes,
Kenny Larkin,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Joyce Sims,
Simply Red,
MDC,
Eric Dolphy,
Angry Samoans,
Oneida,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Das Ding,
Joey Negro,
Dead Boys,
Ohio Players,
Subhumans,
The Zeros,
In Retrospect,
Connie Case,
Urselle,
Slick Rick,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ken Boothe,
Alison Limerick,
Unwound,
Rufus Thomas,
Outsiders,
Mantronix,
kango's stein massive,
Aswad,
Jacques Brel,
the Bar-Kays,
Archie Shepp,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Roger Hodgson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
ABC,
Fugazi,
Make Up,
The Smiths,
Scott Walker,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.