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 Samoa and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 snare 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 Donny Hathaway to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
Piero Umiliani,
Quadrant,
Minny Pops,
Todd Rundgren,
Saccharine Trust,
Joe Smooth,
The Detroit Cobras,
T. Rex,
Graham Central Station,
Althea and Donna,
The New Christs,
Parry Music,
Yusef Lateef,
Cheater Slicks,
Bronski Beat,
Simply Red,
Warsaw,
Eve St. Jones,
Laurel Aitken,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rod Modell,
The Modern Lovers,
Silicon Teens,
Jeru the Damaja,
Hoover,
Dawn Penn,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Erasure,
Wally Richardson,
Dead Boys,
Smog,
Von Mondo,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Saints,
Maurizio,
Youth Brigade,
David McCallum,
Procol Harum,
Radiopuhelimet,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sparks,
Soft Cell,
Peter & Gordon,
Juan Atkins,
In Retrospect,
Dave Gahan,
Chris & Cosey,
Lou Reed,
Zapp,
Reuben Wilson,
Godley & Creme,
Minor Threat,
Jeff Lynne,
Cybotron,
Rapeman,
Sound Behaviour,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.