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 Zimbabwe and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Average White Band to the grime 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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
Kaleidoscope,
Subhumans,
Glenn Branca,
Carl Craig,
Fatback Band,
Eric Dolphy,
Accadde A,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Yusef Lateef,
DNA,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Roxette,
AZ,
Todd Rundgren,
The J.B.'s,
Fear,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Gories,
Charles Mingus,
Fad Gadget,
Danielle Patucci,
Steve Hackett,
Amazonics,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Heaven 17,
Toni Rubio,
Schoolly D,
Q and Not U,
Lucky Dragons,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Names,
Roy Ayers,
Rufus Thomas,
Marc Almond,
Royal Trux,
Barrington Levy,
Kerrie Biddell,
Underground Resistance,
The Buckinghams,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Traffic Nightmare,
Scion,
Tres Demented,
The Barracudas,
Siglo XX,
Sun Ra,
Yazoo,
Roger Hodgson,
Wasted Youth,
Connie Case,
Deakin,
The Tremeloes,
Television Personalities,
X-102,
Girls At Our Best!,
Hot Snakes,
Peter & Gordon,
The Associates,
Reuben Wilson,
a-ha,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.