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 Algeria and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manila.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Supertramp to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits 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?
Minny Pops,
Ponytail,
Freddie Wadling,
Ultra Naté,
Barbara Tucker,
Boz Scaggs,
Pere Ubu,
The Human League,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Chris Corsano,
Byron Stingily,
Lalann,
Pussy Galore,
Gang Green,
Pet Shop Boys,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
B.T. Express,
The Seeds,
Warsaw,
Harmonia,
The Neon Judgement,
Gastr Del Sol,
A Flock of Seagulls,
JFA,
Moby Grape,
Amon Düül II,
Panda Bear,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Cramps,
Tommy Roe,
F. McDonald,
The Offenders,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Doors,
Johnny Clarke,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Judy Mowatt,
Rites of Spring,
Rod Modell,
Slick Rick,
Mars,
The Monks,
Porter Ricks,
The Motions,
Loose Ends,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Alton Ellis,
Crime,
The Leaves,
Neu!,
Fluxion,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
John Cale,
The Real Kids,
Technova,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Marcia Griffiths,
Arthur Verocai,
Sister Nancy,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.