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 Bulgaria and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the techno 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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
Adolescents,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Moss Icon,
Magazine,
Severed Heads,
Electric Light Orchestra,
JFA,
The Blackbyrds,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Cymande,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lyres,
Marine Girls,
Alphaville,
Young Marble Giants,
U.S. Maple,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Flamin' Groovies,
Funky Four + One,
Groovy Waters,
The Modern Lovers,
Roy Ayers,
Von Mondo,
Thee Headcoats,
Barclay James Harvest,
Deadbeat,
The Count Five,
Juan Atkins,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Chrome,
OOIOO,
Gang of Four,
Scientists,
Marshall Jefferson,
Absolute Body Control,
John Foxx,
Danielle Patucci,
Johnny Osbourne,
Mo-Dettes,
D'Angelo,
Gong,
Prince Buster,
The Mummies,
Wings,
Pantytec,
Eli Mardock,
Rotary Connection,
The Buckinghams,
Nik Kershaw,
Gil Scott Heron,
Brothers Johnson,
Flash Fearless,
The Remains,
The Saints,
B.T. Express,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Seeds,
New York Dolls,
Terrestrial Tones,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.