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 Chad and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Ohio Players to the grime 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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pere Ubu,
Marvin Gaye,
Harmonia,
Lalann,
Bauhaus,
Warsaw,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Crispian St. Peters,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sarah Menescal,
Zero Boys,
The Dead C,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Interpol,
Q and Not U,
Mandrill,
Neil Young,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Radiopuhelimet,
Negative Approach,
Cymande,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Maleditus Sound,
Eric Dolphy,
The Gories,
Byron Stingily,
Model 500,
Skriet,
Donny Hathaway,
Quadrant,
The Barracudas,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Durutti Column,
Connie Case,
D'Angelo,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Idris Muhammad,
Danielle Patucci,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ornette Coleman,
Robert Wyatt,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Smoke,
The Monks,
Rhythm & Sound,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Eli Mardock,
H. Thieme,
Tres Demented,
Girls At Our Best!,
Buzzcocks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Moody Blues,
Jesper Dahlback,
Janne Schatter,
Reagan Youth,
The Fire Engines,
Ronan,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.