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 Papua New Guinea 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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 spring reverb 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 Crooked Eye to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Ultravox,
Alphaville,
The Shadows of Knight,
Niagra,
Severed Heads,
The Martian,
Kerri Chandler,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Vogues,
The Doobie Brothers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Standells,
Newcleus,
Minnie Riperton,
The Fall,
Scientists,
Can,
Monks,
Joyce Sims,
Chrome,
Scratch Acid,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Agent Orange,
Nas,
Echospace,
Schoolly D,
Johnny Osbourne,
Roxette,
Kurtis Blow,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Remains,
Pantaleimon,
Audionom,
Black Flag,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Blake Baxter,
The Detroit Cobras,
Motorama,
KRS-One,
John Coltrane,
Desert Stars,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Blackbyrds,
Duran Duran,
Easy Going,
Delon & Dalcan,
Minor Threat,
Urselle,
R.M.O.,
Arthur Verocai,
Dark Day,
Kaleidoscope,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Victims,
Cheater Slicks,
Joe Smooth,
The Birthday Party,
Radiohead,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Dave Gahan,
Gerry Rafferty,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.