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 Bolivia and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Toronto.
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 synthesizer 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader 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?
Sam Rivers,
X-Ray Spex,
Heaven 17,
Pussy Galore,
The Moleskins,
Erasure,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Alison Limerick,
The Slits,
Dennis Brown,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ice-T,
The Residents,
Judy Mowatt,
Crime,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Blues Magoos,
Fatback Band,
Franke,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jawbox,
This Heat,
Rhythm & Sound,
Underground Resistance,
Neu!,
cv313,
Scan 7,
Brick,
John Foxx,
a-ha,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Seeds,
Moby Grape,
Marshall Jefferson,
Flipper,
Toni Rubio,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Doobie Brothers,
David McCallum,
Monolake,
Television Personalities,
F. McDonald,
La Düsseldorf,
Blossom Toes,
Nick Fraelich,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Section 25,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bobby Womack,
Reagan Youth,
Yellowson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Young Marble Giants,
Severed Heads,
Dorothy Ashby,
Public Image Ltd.,
Mark Hollis,
Alton Ellis,
Donald Byrd,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.