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 Albania and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Spoonie Gee to the funk 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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
Pierre Henry,
Qualms,
Johnny Clarke,
The Offenders,
The Buckinghams,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Albert Ayler,
Angry Samoans,
Kool Moe Dee,
Nas,
Television Personalities,
Fat Boys,
LL Cool J,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jeff Lynne,
The Blues Magoos,
Kaleidoscope,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Red Krayola,
ABC,
Mission of Burma,
Scott Walker,
Matthew Halsall,
The Human League,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Aural Exciters,
Sight & Sound,
Whodini,
David Bowie,
The Associates,
Kenny Larkin,
Subhumans,
Public Enemy,
Average White Band,
John Foxx,
Eve St. Jones,
Matthew Bourne,
Half Japanese,
X-102,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Swans,
The Zeros,
Joe Finger,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Move,
The Knickerbockers,
The Cure,
Hardrive,
Rod Modell,
the Soft Cell,
Nation of Ulysses,
DNA,
Groovy Waters,
Darondo,
Yaz,
Zero Boys,
Newcleus,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gang Green,
Glenn Branca,
Steve Hackett,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.