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 Micronesia and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 The Divine Comedy to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Fad Gadget,
Fat Boys,
Radiohead,
Roxette,
Warsaw,
The Cowsills,
Albert Ayler,
the Association,
Flipper,
Judy Mowatt,
Camberwell Now,
Intrusion,
The Invisible,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Grass Roots,
Pulsallama,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ultravox,
The Gap Band,
AZ,
Young Marble Giants,
Marvin Gaye,
Masters at Work,
Lou Christie,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Scratch Acid,
Gerry Rafferty,
ABC,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Newcleus,
Urselle,
Aaron Thompson,
Mo-Dettes,
Letta Mbulu,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The United States of America,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jesper Dahlback,
OOIOO,
Neil Young,
EPMD,
The Music Machine,
Harpers Bizarre,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
John Holt,
X-101,
Rufus Thomas,
Television,
The Evens,
Harry Pussy,
Skaos,
the Slits,
Ponytail,
Neu!,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Juan Atkins,
Q and Not U,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.