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 Ecuador and from Cairo.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 clarinet 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 Hot Snakes to the electroclash 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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pet Shop Boys,
Blossom Toes,
Outsiders,
La Düsseldorf,
Barbara Tucker,
Max Romeo,
Quando Quango,
Masters at Work,
Inner City,
The Gories,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ituana,
Fear,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Alice Coltrane,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Sonics,
Avey Tare,
Warren Ellis,
Average White Band,
Magma,
The Toasters,
Gil Scott Heron,
Robert Görl,
The Searchers,
This Heat,
Kayak,
Minor Threat,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Fall,
Grey Daturas,
Duran Duran,
Idris Muhammad,
Gabor Szabo,
Janne Schatter,
Severed Heads,
Public Enemy,
Bauhaus,
Audionom,
The Moleskins,
Wolf Eyes,
Ronnie Foster,
Q and Not U,
Matthew Halsall,
Cheater Slicks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ultra Naté,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Sonics,
The J.B.'s,
Nils Olav,
The Fortunes,
Arcadia,
Maurizio,
Danielle Patucci,
Nik Kershaw,
T.S.O.L.,
Technova,
Funkadelic,
Gong,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.