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 Suriname and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Symarip to the rap 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 The Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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 Martian,
Man Parrish,
The Sound,
Outsiders,
Graham Central Station,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ludus,
Joe Smooth,
Black Flag,
Average White Band,
Wings,
Tomorrow,
The Wake,
Heaven 17,
Erasure,
Nik Kershaw,
Roxette,
Joey Negro,
China Crisis,
The Moleskins,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ornette Coleman,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Music Machine,
DJ Sneak,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Severed Heads,
Letta Mbulu,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Swans,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Germs,
Icehouse,
Marcia Griffiths,
Radiohead,
Aural Exciters,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eden Ahbez,
Bobby Sherman,
The Count Five,
Technova,
Matthew Bourne,
Sonny Sharrock,
Wolf Eyes,
Johnny Clarke,
Ice-T,
Barrington Levy,
Dorothy Ashby,
Nation of Ulysses,
Moss Icon,
Neu!,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Young Rascals,
Cheater Slicks,
Zero Boys,
Bill Near,
La Düsseldorf,
Loose Ends,
Joy Division,
L. Decosne,
H. Thieme,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.