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 Oman and from Jakarta.
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 Johannesburg and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Adolescents to the dance 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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
New Age Steppers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Dennis Brown,
The Fall,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Connie Case,
Country Teasers,
Whodini,
Maleditus Sound,
the Slits,
Slave,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Trumans Water,
The Slackers,
a-ha,
Angry Samoans,
Oneida,
Throbbing Gristle,
Harry Pussy,
Scan 7,
The Trojans,
Sonic Youth,
Second Layer,
The Red Krayola,
Cheater Slicks,
Model 500,
Ronan,
Lungfish,
Minor Threat,
John Coltrane,
Radiohead,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Doobie Brothers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Amon Düül,
The Black Dice,
Tears for Fears,
Andrew Hill,
the Soft Cell,
The Velvet Underground,
Todd Rundgren,
Suicide,
Eddi Front,
Supertramp,
Public Image Ltd.,
Chrome,
The Detroit Cobras,
FM Einheit,
Ultra Naté,
Bobby Byrd,
Derrick Morgan,
Piero Umiliani,
Goldenarms,
Jacques Brel,
The Saints,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft, Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft, Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft, Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft.
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.