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 Cyprus and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 The Buckinghams to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
The Grass Roots,
Rites of Spring,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Funkadelic,
Cluster,
Swans,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bizarre Inc.,
Technova,
Neil Young,
The Cowsills,
Alison Limerick,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Monks,
Eric Dolphy,
Lindisfarne,
MDC,
Can,
Juan Atkins,
ABC,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Anakelly,
Royal Trux,
Average White Band,
Talk Talk,
PIL,
Soulsonic Force,
Amon Düül,
Mr. Review,
World's Most,
Main Source,
Carl Craig,
Boogie Down Productions,
Nils Olav,
Lower 48,
Aural Exciters,
Monolake,
the Slits,
Khruangbin,
K-Klass,
Sound Behaviour,
The Associates,
Pere Ubu,
Dual Sessions,
Basic Channel,
Q and Not U,
Mandrill,
Subhumans,
Tubeway Army,
Mark Hollis,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Shadows of Knight,
Piero Umiliani,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Mo-Dettes,
Hoover,
Cameo,
Los Fastidios,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.