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 Benin and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar 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 The Durutti Column to the rock 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 The Cure. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
The Star Department,
The Trojans,
Wally Richardson,
Aloha Tigers,
Gabor Szabo,
Bang On A Can,
Reuben Wilson,
Model 500,
The Wake,
Eddi Front,
EPMD,
Brick,
The Gap Band,
Surgeon,
Technova,
Gastr Del Sol,
Inner City,
Lower 48,
Symarip,
Gichy Dan,
Isaac Hayes,
Carl Craig,
Erasure,
The Misunderstood,
Connie Case,
Anakelly,
Japan,
Joensuu 1685,
Das Ding,
Scrapy,
X-Ray Spex,
the Human League,
Buzzcocks,
Tres Demented,
Sex Pistols,
Glenn Branca,
Ten City,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Cure,
Cecil Taylor,
Jeff Mills,
Swell Maps,
Wasted Youth,
The Invisible,
The Dead C,
David McCallum,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Fortunes,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Fuzztones,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Dead Boys,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sun City Girls,
The Golliwogs,
Delta 5,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Residents,
Guru Guru,
The Gladiators,
Vladislav Delay,
The Leaves,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.