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 Argentina and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Marc Almond to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Saccharine Trust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
Gastr Del Sol,
David Axelrod,
Blossom Toes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Dead Boys,
Man Parrish,
Harry Pussy,
Mars,
Shuggie Otis,
Kool Moe Dee,
Soul II Soul,
Bronski Beat,
Tommy Roe,
Lucky Dragons,
Juan Atkins,
Sarah Menescal,
Lower 48,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Smiths,
Piero Umiliani,
Soulsonic Force,
The Smoke,
The Skatalites,
Zero Boys,
The Dirtbombs,
Susan Cadogan,
Youth Brigade,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ralphi Rosario,
Wasted Youth,
The New Christs,
Sunsets and Hearts,
48th St. Collective,
The Vogues,
Alphaville,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Seeds,
The Grass Roots,
Niagra,
Groovy Waters,
Kas Product,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
X-101,
Arcadia,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Althea and Donna,
Echospace,
Bobby Womack,
Fatback Band,
Marmalade,
Pagans,
Skaos,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Nico,
Suburban Knight,
The Fuzztones,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Kinks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.