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 Sudan and from Philadelphia.
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 Paris and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 guitar 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Schoolly D,
Smog,
The Residents,
Flipper,
Oneida,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Trojans,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sound Behaviour,
The Birthday Party,
Barclay James Harvest,
K-Klass,
Bang On A Can,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Matthew Bourne,
Pussy Galore,
Kerrie Biddell,
Banda Bassotti,
Robert Wyatt,
Drexciya,
Rakim,
EPMD,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Neil Young,
Scrapy,
Traffic Nightmare,
Swell Maps,
Television Personalities,
Ornette Coleman,
Flamin' Groovies,
Juan Atkins,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bad Manners,
Rotary Connection,
Bootsy Collins,
Sällskapet,
Severed Heads,
Eden Ahbez,
Interpol,
Lebanon Hanover,
Dave Gahan,
Suburban Knight,
Tim Buckley,
Trumans Water,
The Kinks,
Howard Jones,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jandek,
Hashim,
Wolf Eyes,
New Age Steppers,
Accadde A,
Silicon Teens,
Erykah Badu,
U.S. Maple,
Eyeless In Gaza,
These Immortal Souls,
Gang Green,
Quadrant,
The Monks,
Moebius,
Dark Day,
the Human League,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.