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 Croatia and from Calgary.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 David McCallum to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
John Foxx,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Barbara Tucker,
Maurizio,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Harmonia,
Rites of Spring,
Soft Cell,
Bush Tetras,
Bobby Womack,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rapeman,
Ralphi Rosario,
Roxette,
Godley & Creme,
Cal Tjader,
Lucky Dragons,
Rufus Thomas,
Gichy Dan,
Jimmy McGriff,
CMW,
Lakeside,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
June Days,
New Order,
Sonic Youth,
Spandau Ballet,
Chris Corsano,
Ice-T,
Public Enemy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Toasters,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Judy Mowatt,
The Golliwogs,
Cymande,
Blake Baxter,
Ultravox,
The Victims,
Ronan,
Jerry's Kids,
Frankie Knuckles,
Skarface,
Malaria!,
The Divine Comedy,
Nick Fraelich,
Fat Boys,
World's Most,
Amon Düül,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Human League,
Khruangbin,
Oneida,
John Lydon,
PIL,
Cluster,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Archie Shepp,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.