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 Haiti and from Toronto.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Toni Rubio to the punk 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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
The Selecter,
PIL,
Hardrive,
This Heat,
Robert Hood,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
R.M.O.,
Angry Samoans,
Moby Grape,
Cluster,
Neu!,
Rhythm & Sound,
Erykah Badu,
The Divine Comedy,
Fugazi,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Grauzone,
T.S.O.L.,
Young Marble Giants,
Panda Bear,
Avey Tare,
Niagra,
KRS-One,
UT,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ossler,
the Swans,
Wire,
Godley & Creme,
Index,
Brass Construction,
Pere Ubu,
Inner City,
Janne Schatter,
The Black Dice,
Matthew Halsall,
Tubeway Army,
Bobby Womack,
Radio Birdman,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sugar Minott,
Anthony Braxton,
Suicide,
Trumans Water,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Nik Kershaw,
Joe Smooth,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Fugs,
Rekid,
Electric Prunes,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jeff Mills,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Dorothy Ashby,
Robert Wyatt,
Youth Brigade,
Stereo Dub,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Los Fastidios,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.