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 Maldives and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Black Pus to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Leaves. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
The Dave Clark Five,
Albert Ayler,
Yazoo,
Judy Mowatt,
Ultimate Spinach,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Fat Boys,
Average White Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pylon,
Pet Shop Boys,
Technova,
Eli Mardock,
Josef K,
Pagans,
Alison Limerick,
The American Breed,
the Fania All-Stars,
China Crisis,
Max Romeo,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Deakin,
Malaria!,
Aaron Thompson,
Faraquet,
Angry Samoans,
Lou Reed,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Brick,
Rotary Connection,
Hashim,
The Pop Group,
The Kinks,
Susan Cadogan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Danielle Patucci,
Pulsallama,
The Skatalites,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Franke,
Sister Nancy,
Cybotron,
Fatback Band,
Simply Red,
LL Cool J,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pere Ubu,
The Smoke,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Silicon Teens,
Todd Terry,
Scion,
Glambeats Corp.,
ABC,
Essential Logic,
Procol Harum,
The Dead C,
Nik Kershaw,
Mr. Review,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.