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 Peru and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 rhodes 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 The Monks to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum 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 synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ultimate Spinach,
Echospace,
Scrapy,
the Sonics,
DJ Style,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Smiths,
Mr. Review,
Hardrive,
Graham Central Station,
Los Fastidios,
Boz Scaggs,
Simply Red,
Gil Scott Heron,
Mantronix,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Seeds,
Unwound,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jawbox,
In Retrospect,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Stereo Dub,
Slick Rick,
the Bar-Kays,
Aloha Tigers,
Tim Buckley,
Alphaville,
Scott Walker,
Technova,
The Litter,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gang Green,
Brass Construction,
Bush Tetras,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
X-102,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Cowsills,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bluetip,
The Busters,
Underground Resistance,
Mandrill,
John Holt,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Visage,
Dual Sessions,
D'Angelo,
Nik Kershaw,
Reagan Youth,
The Durutti Column,
Joey Negro,
Pagans,
Au Pairs,
Cymande,
Darondo,
Little Man,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.