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 Ivory Coast and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 synthesizer 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 Black Flag to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep 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?
Ossler,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Essential Logic,
Youth Brigade,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bluetip,
Harry Pussy,
Neil Young,
The New Christs,
Al Stewart,
Cymande,
The Kinks,
Simply Red,
Brass Construction,
Lalann,
Fat Boys,
Lightning Bolt,
Television Personalities,
Tres Demented,
The Searchers,
John Foxx,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lyres,
Jacob Miller,
Unwound,
Guru Guru,
Amon Düül,
The Techniques,
Kaleidoscope,
Sight & Sound,
Erykah Badu,
Scientists,
This Heat,
Soulsonic Force,
UT,
Yazoo,
Byron Stingily,
Black Bananas,
John Coltrane,
Soft Cell,
Sällskapet,
Cal Tjader,
The Offenders,
Hoover,
Circle Jerks,
Sonic Youth,
Colin Newman,
The Moleskins,
ABBA,
Matthew Halsall,
Sly & The Family Stone,
John Holt,
Joensuu 1685,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Fire Engines,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Alton Ellis,
James White and The Blacks,
Gabor Szabo,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Grey Daturas,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.