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 Mauritius and from London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Television Personalities to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
Reuben Wilson,
Ponytail,
Japan,
Second Layer,
The Associates,
Icehouse,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jandek,
Kenny Larkin,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Smoke,
Yusef Lateef,
Bill Near,
Duran Duran,
Lightning Bolt,
48th St. Collective,
Deadbeat,
The Last Poets,
Little Man,
Heaven 17,
Roxette,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Buzzcocks,
Danielle Patucci,
Todd Rundgren,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Robert Hood,
Zero Boys,
The Names,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
David McCallum,
The Star Department,
Alphaville,
The Trojans,
The Zeros,
Con Funk Shun,
Make Up,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Liliput,
The Durutti Column,
Grey Daturas,
Bob Dylan,
Yaz,
Zapp,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Q65,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Half Japanese,
Donny Hathaway,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Johnny Clarke,
PIL,
L. Decosne,
the Soft Cell,
Mandrill,
The Golliwogs,
Robert Görl,
Swans,
Amon Düül,
Bobby Byrd,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.