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 Slovakia and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 linndrum 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 Essential Logic to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
Judy Mowatt,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Panda Bear,
Niagra,
the Human League,
Funky Four + One,
Piero Umiliani,
X-102,
Y Pants,
JFA,
Junior Murvin,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Procol Harum,
Oneida,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lalann,
the Soft Cell,
DJ Sneak,
Eric B and Rakim,
Groovy Waters,
Kenny Larkin,
Roxette,
Guru Guru,
ABC,
Dave Gahan,
Yellowson,
The Victims,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Doobie Brothers,
Crash Course in Science,
Skaos,
The Cure,
The Fugs,
Suicide,
Smog,
Jandek,
Ludus,
Al Stewart,
The Fuzztones,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Echospace,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rufus Thomas,
Eddi Front,
The Beau Brummels,
Tres Demented,
E-Dancer,
Black Flag,
Bobby Byrd,
The Happenings,
Slave,
Shuggie Otis,
Maleditus Sound,
Moby Grape,
Yaz,
Pere Ubu,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.