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 Iran and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 spring reverb 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 Freddie Wadling to the disco 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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
Angry Samoans,
ABC,
Junior Murvin,
Essential Logic,
The Smoke,
Drexciya,
Guru Guru,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gichy Dan,
Eddi Front,
The Divine Comedy,
Aural Exciters,
These Immortal Souls,
Underground Resistance,
Grey Daturas,
Iggy Pop,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Litter,
the Soft Cell,
Robert Wyatt,
Sex Pistols,
Steve Hackett,
48th St. Collective,
Pet Shop Boys,
Leonard Cohen,
The Fire Engines,
Procol Harum,
Moebius,
One Last Wish,
Sam Rivers,
Dual Sessions,
Can,
Man Parrish,
Television Personalities,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
DJ Style,
Jeff Lynne,
Bill Near,
The Slackers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bad Manners,
Crime,
Max Romeo,
Colin Newman,
The Dead C,
The Seeds,
Rod Modell,
Sight & Sound,
Ponytail,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Television,
The Zeros,
Public Enemy,
Sexual Harrassment,
Circle Jerks,
Avey Tare,
Henry Cow,
Chris Corsano,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.