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 Botswana and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Todd Rundgren to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
Vainqueur,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Wire,
Gang Gang Dance,
Arcadia,
Marmalade,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Tommy Roe,
the Association,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Swell Maps,
Von Mondo,
Scott Walker,
The Smiths,
Delon & Dalcan,
Skarface,
Reagan Youth,
Pulsallama,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Mighty Diamonds,
New York Dolls,
Young Marble Giants,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Simply Red,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Inner City,
Johnny Osbourne,
Avey Tare,
Neil Young,
Quadrant,
Urselle,
Camberwell Now,
The Doors,
Fela Kuti,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Barry Ungar,
The Sound,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Black Pus,
Easy Going,
Brass Construction,
John Lydon,
Glambeats Corp.,
Chris Corsano,
The Knickerbockers,
The Neon Judgement,
Duran Duran,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Residents,
Rakim,
the Swans,
Masters at Work,
The Standells,
the Normal,
Delta 5,
PIL,
The Skatalites,
Underground Resistance,
Brothers Johnson,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.