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 Uzbekistan and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Spokane.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Marvin Gaye to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Con Funk Shun,
Gabor Szabo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Faust,
Suburban Knight,
Godley & Creme,
Flash Fearless,
Technova,
Josef K,
Brothers Johnson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Zero Boys,
The Music Machine,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
John Holt,
Mr. Review,
48th St. Collective,
The Beau Brummels,
Pantytec,
Moby Grape,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Tubeway Army,
Lindisfarne,
Sam Rivers,
Arcadia,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Hasil Adkins,
Reagan Youth,
cv313,
The Pretty Things,
Hashim,
the Fania All-Stars,
Maurizio,
Drive Like Jehu,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Skarface,
Lakeside,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Zeros,
The Modern Lovers,
Black Flag,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Visage,
D'Angelo,
Cymande,
Funky Four + One,
Sandy B,
Ossler,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Cecil Taylor,
Desert Stars,
Cybotron,
Massinfluence,
The Dead C,
Arab on Radar,
Siglo XX,
Black Pus,
Spandau Ballet,
David Bowie,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.