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 Senegal 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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 rhodes 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 UT to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
Frankie Knuckles,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Nation of Ulysses,
Nik Kershaw,
Grey Daturas,
Erasure,
The Durutti Column,
Gastr Del Sol,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
DJ Style,
Technova,
Skaos,
The Neon Judgement,
The Gun Club,
Kenny Larkin,
Al Stewart,
The Black Dice,
Iggy Pop,
Cecil Taylor,
Derrick Morgan,
Magazine,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Blancmange,
Bootsy Collins,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Avey Tare,
Sly & The Family Stone,
B.T. Express,
H. Thieme,
Chris Corsano,
Black Flag,
Desert Stars,
Chrome,
F. McDonald,
D'Angelo,
Kerrie Biddell,
Althea and Donna,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ohio Players,
Connie Case,
Nick Fraelich,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Youth Brigade,
Pantaleimon,
Fear,
the Slits,
Bobby Womack,
Maurizio,
Joe Finger,
Visage,
World's Most,
Jacques Brel,
Joyce Sims,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rod Modell,
Lindisfarne,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
John Foxx,
Aswad,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
L. Decosne,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.