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 Antigua and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Dual Sessions to the jazz 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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Surgeon,
Quando Quango,
Mantronix,
Wire,
The Five Americans,
Minor Threat,
Mo-Dettes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Grandmaster Flash,
Thee Headcoats,
The Count Five,
Technova,
Todd Rundgren,
Ponytail,
Moebius,
The Beau Brummels,
Drive Like Jehu,
Fatback Band,
The Gun Club,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Searchers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Supertramp,
Bobby Sherman,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pussy Galore,
Yellowson,
Godley & Creme,
Susan Cadogan,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Camouflage,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bill Wells,
Iggy Pop,
Bad Manners,
John Coltrane,
Easy Going,
Public Image Ltd.,
Roxette,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bauhaus,
Khruangbin,
Brick,
Reagan Youth,
The Real Kids,
Crooked Eye,
K-Klass,
Minny Pops,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Association,
Piero Umiliani,
David Bowie,
Metal Thangz,
Stetsasonic,
Johnny Osbourne,
Alison Limerick,
Cecil Taylor,
Aaron Thompson,
Average White Band,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.