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 Malta and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 arpeggiator 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 Colin Newman to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Searchers,
Magazine,
H. Thieme,
Susan Cadogan,
Minutemen,
Technova,
Gregory Isaacs,
Parry Music,
The Martian,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Judy Mowatt,
CMW,
Trumans Water,
Gil Scott Heron,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Excepter,
Camouflage,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lou Reed,
This Heat,
JFA,
The Blackbyrds,
Black Pus,
Rhythm & Sound,
Man Eating Sloth,
Reuben Wilson,
The Toasters,
Qualms,
Nick Fraelich,
Carl Craig,
Grauzone,
K-Klass,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Underground Resistance,
Harpers Bizarre,
John Holt,
Lindisfarne,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Roy Ayers,
Throbbing Gristle,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Scientists,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rotary Connection,
The Doobie Brothers,
Malaria!,
The Fugs,
The Names,
The Saints,
Crime,
Dual Sessions,
The Seeds,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Wally Richardson,
Los Fastidios,
Blossom Toes,
Rites of Spring,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.