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 Honduras and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Liliput 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 The Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Boz Scaggs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sarah Menescal,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Letta Mbulu,
Cluster,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Boredoms,
Echospace,
The Divine Comedy,
Susan Cadogan,
Ituana,
Iggy Pop,
Gang Green,
Leonard Cohen,
The Black Dice,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bobby Womack,
The Sound,
Deepchord,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Detroit Cobras,
Maleditus Sound,
These Immortal Souls,
Spandau Ballet,
Yaz,
Liliput,
Organ,
FM Einheit,
Cheater Slicks,
Zero Boys,
Circle Jerks,
Radio Birdman,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Technova,
Sex Pistols,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lungfish,
The Move,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lightning Bolt,
Interpol,
The Monochrome Set,
Steve Hackett,
Hot Snakes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pet Shop Boys,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Marcia Griffiths,
Fluxion,
Black Bananas,
June Days,
One Last Wish,
Electric Prunes,
Pagans,
Mad Mike,
Hardrive,
Pantytec,
Cybotron,
Unrelated Segments,
Mark Hollis,
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.