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 Lebanon and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 CMW to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Swell Maps,
Tres Demented,
Gil Scott Heron,
Electric Prunes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Stetsasonic,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Mars,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fatback Band,
Johnny Osbourne,
Aural Exciters,
Theoretical Girls,
Kenny Larkin,
Suburban Knight,
E-Dancer,
Bang On A Can,
Funky Four + One,
the Soft Cell,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ohio Players,
Bobby Byrd,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Drive Like Jehu,
L. Decosne,
China Crisis,
Sam Rivers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Joey Negro,
Ken Boothe,
Quantec,
Ludus,
Junior Murvin,
Magma,
Angry Samoans,
The Monks,
Deadbeat,
Moby Grape,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Crooked Eye,
Anthony Braxton,
Godley & Creme,
Monolake,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Martian,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Glambeats Corp.,
Slick Rick,
Adolescents,
Mission of Burma,
Moss Icon,
The Human League,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Pop Group,
Vainqueur,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.