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 Samoa and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Houston.
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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the güiro 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 Marmalade to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Scratch Acid,
Sex Pistols,
Ten City,
Roy Ayers,
Young Marble Giants,
Soul II Soul,
The Smiths,
The Real Kids,
Grauzone,
Spandau Ballet,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Tommy Roe,
Ronnie Foster,
Main Source,
Marvin Gaye,
Gerry Rafferty,
Television Personalities,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Matthew Bourne,
Barrington Levy,
Radiohead,
The Dave Clark Five,
Index,
Leonard Cohen,
Dave Gahan,
Thee Headcoats,
K-Klass,
June of 44,
Radio Birdman,
The Blackbyrds,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lebanon Hanover,
Interpol,
The Fortunes,
Organ,
China Crisis,
Rhythm & Sound,
Danielle Patucci,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Gap Band,
Sam Rivers,
Porter Ricks,
Stereo Dub,
Spoonie Gee,
Desert Stars,
Panda Bear,
The Litter,
Delta 5,
The Fugs,
Sound Behaviour,
F. McDonald,
Curtis Mayfield,
Carl Craig,
Minnie Riperton,
Patti Smith,
Sixth Finger,
Babytalk,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Doobie Brothers,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.