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 Grenada and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 synthesizer 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 Faust to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
The Alarm Clocks,
Peter and Kerry,
Bobby Sherman,
Franke,
Vladislav Delay,
Suburban Knight,
John Coltrane,
Joy Division,
The Real Kids,
Amon Düül II,
Amon Düül,
Sonny Sharrock,
Nas,
Pussy Galore,
Alton Ellis,
Max Romeo,
The Grass Roots,
Fear,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
One Last Wish,
Gerry Rafferty,
Black Flag,
Masters at Work,
Ultravox,
The Doors,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ultimate Spinach,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Dead C,
Soft Cell,
The Gap Band,
Gil Scott Heron,
Faust,
Crooked Eye,
Sugar Minott,
Soul II Soul,
Brass Construction,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
OOIOO,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Tres Demented,
New Order,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Altered Images,
F. McDonald,
Crime,
The Slits,
The Flesh Eaters,
Nik Kershaw,
Aloha Tigers,
Wasted Youth,
Todd Rundgren,
Bronski Beat,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
China Crisis,
the Fania All-Stars,
MC5,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.