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 Saudi Arabia and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Houston.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Supertramp to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Gories,
DJ Sneak,
Kayak,
Joyce Sims,
Underground Resistance,
Unrelated Segments,
Supertramp,
Blake Baxter,
Bad Manners,
Procol Harum,
Y Pants,
Johnny Clarke,
Graham Central Station,
Trumans Water,
Frankie Knuckles,
Donny Hathaway,
Reuben Wilson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lyres,
Essential Logic,
Idris Muhammad,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Sound,
Hardrive,
Second Layer,
The Index,
James White and The Blacks,
Cymande,
Josef K,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Aaron Thompson,
Jerry's Kids,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
E-Dancer,
Alton Ellis,
Arab on Radar,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Colin Newman,
Anakelly,
Wings,
The Smiths,
Ultravox,
Rosa Yemen,
Cameo,
Altered Images,
The Beau Brummels,
Nik Kershaw,
John Lydon,
Simply Red,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Germs,
Tim Buckley,
The Grass Roots,
Barbara Tucker,
World's Most,
The Blues Magoos,
Prince Buster,
The Monks,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.