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 Sri Lanka and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Wake. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
Trumans Water,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Laurel Aitken,
Au Pairs,
Matthew Bourne,
Fugazi,
Crispy Ambulance,
Massinfluence,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lou Christie,
Icehouse,
Cameo,
The Dirtbombs,
Parry Music,
Jacob Miller,
Gastr Del Sol,
Robert Wyatt,
Howard Jones,
Eric Copeland,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sam Rivers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Brothers Johnson,
H. Thieme,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Reuben Wilson,
The Doors,
Albert Ayler,
DNA,
World's Most,
Radiopuhelimet,
Absolute Body Control,
Qualms,
The Raincoats,
Eden Ahbez,
Ohio Players,
The Moleskins,
Dead Boys,
New Order,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Patti Smith,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Iggy Pop,
Minnie Riperton,
Brick,
Crooked Eye,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Smiths,
Black Pus,
Soft Machine,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Remains,
Underground Resistance,
Ludus,
The Last Poets,
Index,
The Invisible,
Nation of Ulysses,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.