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 Hungary and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Charles Mingus to the techno 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
James White and The Blacks,
Charles Mingus,
Amazonics,
Tommy Roe,
Electric Prunes,
Drive Like Jehu,
Peter & Gordon,
Eric B and Rakim,
the Slits,
Stockholm Monsters,
Shuggie Otis,
Sixth Finger,
Sarah Menescal,
Pere Ubu,
Circle Jerks,
Morten Harket,
Gang Starr,
Susan Cadogan,
Index,
The Mighty Diamonds,
EPMD,
The Moody Blues,
Outsiders,
Youth Brigade,
Mantronix,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jacques Brel,
Cecil Taylor,
Fear,
Dennis Brown,
New Order,
Dual Sessions,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Donny Hathaway,
The Residents,
Chris & Cosey,
Aswad,
John Coltrane,
Gang of Four,
Scott Walker,
Franke,
Yusef Lateef,
JFA,
a-ha,
Negative Approach,
Urselle,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Barbara Tucker,
Sex Pistols,
the Soft Cell,
Suburban Knight,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Eli Mardock,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Letta Mbulu,
Slick Rick,
The Monks,
Swans,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Chrome,
Pagans,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.