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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 mellotron 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 Rod Modell to the grime 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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Doobie Brothers,
Roger Hodgson,
Derrick May,
Alison Limerick,
The Smiths,
Von Mondo,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gichy Dan,
Vainqueur,
The Red Krayola,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sandy B,
Delon & Dalcan,
Aswad,
Siglo XX,
Pulsallama,
Josef K,
Cal Tjader,
Black Pus,
Unrelated Segments,
The Dirtbombs,
Marc Almond,
The Remains,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Maleditus Sound,
Flipper,
Crash Course in Science,
Groovy Waters,
The Zeros,
Vladislav Delay,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Bar-Kays,
The Fortunes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Technova,
Flamin' Groovies,
Matthew Bourne,
Scan 7,
Grauzone,
Lower 48,
Youth Brigade,
Infiniti,
Howard Jones,
The Doors,
The Fuzztones,
Brand Nubian,
Dark Day,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Wake,
F. McDonald,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Vogues,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
June of 44,
Tom Boy,
Agent Orange,
Isaac Hayes,
Cheater Slicks,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.