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 Niger and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 clarinet 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 Roxy Music to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
These Immortal Souls,
The Fire Engines,
Jeff Lynne,
Kurtis Blow,
the Sonics,
Ronnie Foster,
Pere Ubu,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Red Krayola,
Lyres,
Robert Görl,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lucky Dragons,
Fela Kuti,
The Residents,
U.S. Maple,
Bobby Sherman,
Drive Like Jehu,
F. McDonald,
Moss Icon,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kenny Larkin,
Liliput,
John Lydon,
Juan Atkins,
Barrington Levy,
Interpol,
Dead Boys,
DJ Style,
Freddie Wadling,
Babytalk,
The Associates,
Joensuu 1685,
B.T. Express,
The Victims,
Crispian St. Peters,
Urselle,
10cc,
The Skatalites,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Byron Stingily,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Slave,
Excepter,
The Monks,
Suicide,
Theoretical Girls,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Doors,
Rufus Thomas,
The Misunderstood,
The Raincoats,
the Association,
Piero Umiliani,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Laurel Aitken,
Roxette,
Warsaw,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.