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 Armenia and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 48th St. Collective to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
A Certain Ratio,
Anthony Braxton,
Clear Light,
10cc,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sexual Harrassment,
Neil Young,
Donald Byrd,
Dead Boys,
Jandek,
Kool Moe Dee,
Alphaville,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Amon Düül,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Shoche,
Gerry Rafferty,
Marc Almond,
Theoretical Girls,
Mark Hollis,
Tom Boy,
The Detroit Cobras,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Frankie Knuckles,
D'Angelo,
Harry Pussy,
Jesper Dahlback,
Fatback Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Slick Rick,
Cluster,
The Five Americans,
The Divine Comedy,
Ponytail,
KRS-One,
China Crisis,
Eric Dolphy,
The Alarm Clocks,
Interpol,
Trumans Water,
U.S. Maple,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lou Reed,
Alison Limerick,
Pantaleimon,
cv313,
Sandy B,
Brand Nubian,
Popol Vuh,
Scan 7,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ice-T,
The Count Five,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.