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 Turkey and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Y Pants to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Donald Byrd,
Godley & Creme,
The Cramps,
Funky Four + One,
Scott Walker,
Babytalk,
The Buckinghams,
the Slits,
Andrew Hill,
Con Funk Shun,
Khruangbin,
Ten City,
Royal Trux,
The Count Five,
A Certain Ratio,
Eric B and Rakim,
Scan 7,
Livin' Joy,
Main Source,
Bush Tetras,
The Seeds,
Alton Ellis,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jandek,
John Holt,
Nik Kershaw,
Radio Birdman,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Iggy Pop,
The Gap Band,
Lungfish,
Kaleidoscope,
Faraquet,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Yazoo,
kango's stein massive,
Lou Christie,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The United States of America,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Grauzone,
Sound Behaviour,
Infiniti,
The Walker Brothers,
Tim Buckley,
The Moleskins,
The Skatalites,
Cymande,
Alphaville,
Bluetip,
OOIOO,
Organ,
The Smiths,
Sixth Finger,
The Vogues,
Vainqueur,
Marine Girls,
Dave Gahan,
Cluster,
Roy Ayers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.