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 Belgium and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Robert Palmer 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 Blake Baxter to the funk 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 The Names. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Art Ensemble Of Chicago record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Five Americans,
Stockholm Monsters,
Public Enemy,
Carl Craig,
Basic Channel,
Alphaville,
Ronan,
Tropical Tobacco,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ken Boothe,
Can,
Pere Ubu,
cv313,
Television Personalities,
Roxette,
Scion,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Stiv Bators,
Rapeman,
Terrestrial Tones,
Neil Young,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gang Green,
Ponytail,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Offenders,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Soft Cell,
Aloha Tigers,
The Techniques,
The J.B.'s,
Niagra,
F. McDonald,
David Bowie,
Eddi Front,
Panda Bear,
Eric B and Rakim,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Joe Smooth,
The Leaves,
Pantytec,
Neu!,
Warsaw,
Bob Dylan,
Harpers Bizarre,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Doors,
Lightning Bolt,
Kurtis Blow,
AZ,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Barclay James Harvest,
Roger Hodgson,
Eve St. Jones,
Delon & Dalcan,
Steve Hackett,
Masters at Work,
Marshall Jefferson,
Supertramp,
Deepchord,
Howard Jones,
Adolescents,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.