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 Netherlands and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 U.S. Maple to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Siglo XX,
Fear,
Johnny Osbourne,
Arcadia,
DJ Sneak,
Scientists,
Youth Brigade,
Ossler,
Kerrie Biddell,
Black Pus,
The Young Rascals,
Sam Rivers,
Porter Ricks,
Make Up,
Roy Ayers,
Gang Green,
Todd Rundgren,
Audionom,
Outsiders,
John Foxx,
B.T. Express,
The Names,
Deakin,
The Cure,
The Associates,
Delta 5,
Eddi Front,
Delon & Dalcan,
Country Teasers,
Rotary Connection,
Banda Bassotti,
Intrusion,
Mary Jane Girls,
Dark Day,
Pierre Henry,
John Coltrane,
Agitation Free,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Simply Red,
Michelle Simonal,
Andrew Hill,
Gregory Isaacs,
Marmalade,
Joyce Sims,
Saccharine Trust,
Kool Moe Dee,
Faust,
Dorothy Ashby,
Wings,
Aural Exciters,
The Modern Lovers,
the Soft Cell,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jeru the Damaja,
D'Angelo,
The Moody Blues,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Tommy Roe,
Rekid,
Steve Hackett,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.