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 Vietnam and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Erasure to the dance 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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
Bronski Beat,
Organ,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Selecter,
Lalann,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ultimate Spinach,
Soft Machine,
Mandrill,
DJ Sneak,
Au Pairs,
Big Daddy Kane,
New Order,
Thompson Twins,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Five Americans,
Ponytail,
Interpol,
Peter and Kerry,
Unwound,
Andrew Hill,
Lower 48,
Alphaville,
Isaac Hayes,
Erasure,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lindisfarne,
The Walker Brothers,
Joe Finger,
Alice Coltrane,
Robert Hood,
Shuggie Otis,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Offenders,
The Slits,
Cybotron,
B.T. Express,
The Dead C,
Amazonics,
Harry Pussy,
Magma,
Joyce Sims,
The Gap Band,
Kas Product,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Dual Sessions,
Crash Course in Science,
Magazine,
Qualms,
Ralphi Rosario,
A Certain Ratio,
Echospace,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Motions,
The Standells,
Agitation Free,
Minnie Riperton,
Country Teasers,
Easy Going,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.