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 Serbia and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the dance 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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
U.S. Maple,
The Cramps,
Adolescents,
UT,
Symarip,
Blake Baxter,
Cal Tjader,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Monks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Johnny Clarke,
Can,
Kurtis Blow,
Jacob Miller,
Anthony Braxton,
Leonard Cohen,
Todd Rundgren,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Offenders,
Little Man,
Godley & Creme,
PIL,
Gang Starr,
Rapeman,
The Walker Brothers,
Zero Boys,
Joey Negro,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Fortunes,
The Evens,
Minnie Riperton,
Half Japanese,
Hoover,
The Stooges,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gabor Szabo,
Wolf Eyes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Terrestrial Tones,
Stereo Dub,
Thompson Twins,
FM Einheit,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ultravox,
Bobby Womack,
Intrusion,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ronan,
Faraquet,
E-Dancer,
Grey Daturas,
Warsaw,
Guru Guru,
Heaven 17,
The Beau Brummels,
The Associates,
Warren Ellis,
Tomorrow,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.