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 Uzbekistan and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 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 Ronan to the punk 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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
The Martian,
Bootsy Collins,
Eli Mardock,
Jawbox,
Gil Scott Heron,
Crispian St. Peters,
John Holt,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Roxette,
Kurtis Blow,
John Coltrane,
Index,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Techniques,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Parry Music,
Section 25,
X-Ray Spex,
Icehouse,
Lou Reed,
Crispy Ambulance,
Thee Headcoats,
Lightning Bolt,
Livin' Joy,
U.S. Maple,
Al Stewart,
Easy Going,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jimmy McGriff,
Little Man,
Los Fastidios,
The Red Krayola,
the Slits,
World's Most,
Pole,
Erasure,
Steve Hackett,
Charles Mingus,
Danielle Patucci,
Fluxion,
Rakim,
Traffic Nightmare,
Aloha Tigers,
The Birthday Party,
Fugazi,
Masters at Work,
Motorama,
Rufus Thomas,
The Dirtbombs,
Soulsonic Force,
Dave Gahan,
The Standells,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Nas,
Eden Ahbez,
Silicon Teens,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lalo Schifrin,
Animal Collective,
The Dead C,
Moss Icon,
Judy Mowatt,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.