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 Cape Verde and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Duran Duran to the techno 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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
The Mummies,
Pierre Henry,
Susan Cadogan,
Hardrive,
Basic Channel,
The J.B.'s,
June Days,
The Barracudas,
Main Source,
Patti Smith,
Masters at Work,
Underground Resistance,
Dawn Penn,
Adolescents,
New Age Steppers,
Piero Umiliani,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Make Up,
Banda Bassotti,
Thee Headcoats,
Saccharine Trust,
Excepter,
Simply Red,
Negative Approach,
Sexual Harrassment,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Fall,
Delon & Dalcan,
LL Cool J,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Raincoats,
Trumans Water,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Agitation Free,
Gerry Rafferty,
Clear Light,
Stereo Dub,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Deepchord,
Ash Ra Tempel,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Techniques,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Amazonics,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Dead Boys,
Silicon Teens,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Fire Engines,
DJ Sneak,
Faraquet,
Public Enemy,
Angry Samoans,
Max Romeo,
Magazine,
Yusef Lateef,
The Mojo Men,
Lucky Dragons,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.