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 Azerbaijan and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Eric B and Rakim to the punk 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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
Outsiders,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kerri Chandler,
Tom Boy,
Rosa Yemen,
Can,
Peter & Gordon,
Tres Demented,
Derrick Morgan,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Aaron Thompson,
The Selecter,
Steve Hackett,
Jeff Mills,
Bobby Byrd,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Siglo XX,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Scrapy,
Junior Murvin,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Stetsasonic,
Eurythmics,
Todd Terry,
L. Decosne,
Avey Tare,
Malaria!,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Thee Headcoats,
Pagans,
Dorothy Ashby,
Symarip,
Michelle Simonal,
Deadbeat,
Slick Rick,
Deepchord,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lindisfarne,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bad Manners,
Freddie Wadling,
Monolake,
David Bowie,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sam Rivers,
The Monochrome Set,
Crime,
Marvin Gaye,
Index,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Basic Channel,
The Names,
The Fortunes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Cowsills,
Tim Buckley,
The Techniques,
Eddi Front,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.