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 Guyana and from Calgary.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 The Moleskins to the rock 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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ultra Naté,
Monolake,
Terry Callier,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pere Ubu,
Sarah Menescal,
10cc,
Supertramp,
Ludus,
Soft Cell,
Au Pairs,
Anakelly,
Bobby Sherman,
Index,
Robert Wyatt,
Iggy Pop,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Happenings,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Zeros,
Chris Corsano,
Cal Tjader,
June Days,
The Knickerbockers,
Severed Heads,
Black Bananas,
Marshall Jefferson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
One Last Wish,
The Blues Magoos,
Bob Dylan,
the Bar-Kays,
Vainqueur,
Steve Hackett,
FM Einheit,
Donny Hathaway,
Roger Hodgson,
Gong,
Funkadelic,
Can,
Pantaleimon,
The Slits,
Hot Snakes,
Pylon,
Mantronix,
Joey Negro,
Quando Quango,
Minny Pops,
Lebanon Hanover,
Howard Jones,
Pierre Henry,
Marcia Griffiths,
Chrome,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Darondo,
Kevin Saunderson,
Television,
The Monks,
Gang Starr,
DJ Sneak,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.