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 Japan and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 clarinet 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome 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 clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
Terry Callier,
Erasure,
H. Thieme,
Soft Machine,
UT,
Isaac Hayes,
Supertramp,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kaleidoscope,
Maleditus Sound,
E-Dancer,
Massinfluence,
The Move,
Andrew Hill,
Metal Thangz,
The Birthday Party,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Dual Sessions,
Jandek,
Dave Gahan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
F. McDonald,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Johnny Clarke,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ultimate Spinach,
Swell Maps,
Accadde A,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Circle Jerks,
Pulsallama,
Gong,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Model 500,
Throbbing Gristle,
Au Pairs,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Duran Duran,
Tom Boy,
Janne Schatter,
Hoover,
Gerry Rafferty,
the Slits,
Tubeway Army,
The Mojo Men,
Qualms,
The Standells,
The Dead C,
New Age Steppers,
Shoche,
New Order,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jerry Gold Smith,
B.T. Express,
Bill Near,
Faraquet,
Sandy B,
The Index,
Marc Almond,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.