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 Iraq and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 Stockholm Monsters to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Urselle,
The Birthday Party,
Gang of Four,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Fire Engines,
Alison Limerick,
The Cowsills,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Arab on Radar,
Tubeway Army,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Dave Gahan,
8 Eyed Spy,
Loose Ends,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fat Boys,
ABC,
Minnie Riperton,
Rapeman,
a-ha,
Infiniti,
Althea and Donna,
Reagan Youth,
Ultra Naté,
Eli Mardock,
Scan 7,
Depeche Mode,
Sarah Menescal,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ronan,
Crooked Eye,
Jacob Miller,
kango's stein massive,
Sound Behaviour,
The Fugs,
Wings,
The Cure,
Delon & Dalcan,
X-Ray Spex,
The American Breed,
The Divine Comedy,
Darondo,
Joy Division,
Ludus,
The Blackbyrds,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Von Mondo,
New Order,
D'Angelo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Tom Boy,
Peter and Kerry,
Blancmange,
Cybotron,
Stiv Bators,
Susan Cadogan,
Kayak,
Blake Baxter,
Leonard Cohen,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.