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 Belarus and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 linndrum 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 The Cure to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
Excepter,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Inner City,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Henry Cow,
10cc,
Animal Collective,
Can,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Grass Roots,
Gastr Del Sol,
Soul II Soul,
T.S.O.L.,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Malaria!,
Clear Light,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Surgeon,
ABC,
The Moleskins,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jerry's Kids,
Boz Scaggs,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fela Kuti,
Isaac Hayes,
Swans,
The Dave Clark Five,
Dawn Penn,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Los Fastidios,
Interpol,
Grauzone,
The Neon Judgement,
The Star Department,
Vainqueur,
MDC,
Girls At Our Best!,
Altered Images,
48th St. Collective,
Susan Cadogan,
Tom Boy,
Vladislav Delay,
Radio Birdman,
Eddi Front,
Big Daddy Kane,
Crash Course in Science,
Todd Terry,
Bauhaus,
Yellowson,
Quantec,
Sparks,
Zapp,
Silicon Teens,
Danielle Patucci,
F. McDonald,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.