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 Guinea and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Malaria! to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Motions. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
John Holt,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rakim,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Blake Baxter,
Inner City,
Mantronix,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
New Age Steppers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
kango's stein massive,
Robert Görl,
Negative Approach,
Spandau Ballet,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bill Near,
Isaac Hayes,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kurtis Blow,
The Toasters,
Lightning Bolt,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Wire,
Brass Construction,
Dennis Brown,
Alton Ellis,
T. Rex,
Zapp,
The Kinks,
Gang Green,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Al Stewart,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lou Christie,
Idris Muhammad,
Toni Rubio,
Eden Ahbez,
Sun City Girls,
The Cramps,
Swell Maps,
Popol Vuh,
Brick,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Funkadelic,
Drexciya,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Magma,
John Cale,
Agitation Free,
Ossler,
Subhumans,
Nirvana,
Gang of Four,
John Coltrane,
Prince Buster,
Nico,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.