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 Senegal and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 Mexico City and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 arpeggiator 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 Bobby Byrd to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
The Gun Club,
Ronan,
The Modern Lovers,
Minnie Riperton,
Tubeway Army,
FM Einheit,
The Selecter,
Patti Smith,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lucky Dragons,
Drexciya,
Ultimate Spinach,
Wire,
Stereo Dub,
Quadrant,
Byron Stingily,
Livin' Joy,
Thee Headcoats,
ABBA,
Pere Ubu,
Arcadia,
Essential Logic,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Soul Sonic Force,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Warren Ellis,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Dead Boys,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
8 Eyed Spy,
Inner City,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Roy Ayers,
Cheater Slicks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Dual Sessions,
Khruangbin,
Blossom Toes,
Masters at Work,
Eric B and Rakim,
Wasted Youth,
Radiohead,
Anthony Braxton,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Gap Band,
Rod Modell,
Judy Mowatt,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Smiths,
Aural Exciters,
Pole,
Sight & Sound,
Derrick May,
Rekid,
Excepter,
R.M.O.,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Walker Brothers,
Soulsonic Force,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.