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 Pakistan 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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 linndrum 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 John Foxx to the grunge 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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Halsall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
T.S.O.L.,
Duran Duran,
Shuggie Otis,
The Slits,
The Monks,
DJ Sneak,
Joensuu 1685,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Blancmange,
U.S. Maple,
X-Ray Spex,
Patti Smith,
Moebius,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Glambeats Corp.,
Alphaville,
Sex Pistols,
Rekid,
Little Man,
Motorama,
the Association,
Nik Kershaw,
The Residents,
Bobby Sherman,
James White and The Blacks,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Associates,
Khruangbin,
Joyce Sims,
Ten City,
Fela Kuti,
Flipper,
Mr. Review,
Robert Wyatt,
Gregory Isaacs,
In Retrospect,
Fat Boys,
Peter & Gordon,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sällskapet,
Iggy Pop,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gichy Dan,
Suburban Knight,
Reagan Youth,
The Index,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Brothers Johnson,
The Gories,
Lindisfarne,
Rites of Spring,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Funkadelic,
Skarface,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.