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 Korea North and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Edmonton.
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 theremin 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 Sparks to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Blackbyrds,
Q65,
Slave,
The Fugs,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Barbara Tucker,
Rosa Yemen,
Eddi Front,
Kaleidoscope,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Boz Scaggs,
Infiniti,
Skriet,
Vladislav Delay,
Joy Division,
Black Sheep,
Black Flag,
Second Layer,
Con Funk Shun,
The Toasters,
the Germs,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sight & Sound,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pet Shop Boys,
Moebius,
Deepchord,
Brass Construction,
Theoretical Girls,
Kerri Chandler,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Derrick Morgan,
The Motions,
Albert Ayler,
Absolute Body Control,
Byron Stingily,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Smoke,
Youth Brigade,
Vainqueur,
Drive Like Jehu,
Goldenarms,
Fatback Band,
Idris Muhammad,
Lou Reed,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ultravox,
Agitation Free,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Darondo,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Leonard Cohen,
Ornette Coleman,
The Five Americans,
Rekid,
Eden Ahbez,
Half Japanese,
Zero Boys,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.