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 Poland 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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 kango's stein massive 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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Adolescents,
Supertramp,
Sixth Finger,
Inner City,
LL Cool J,
ABBA,
Black Moon,
The Seeds,
Q65,
The Associates,
Average White Band,
Minny Pops,
Y Pants,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Barracudas,
Unrelated Segments,
Henry Cow,
Second Layer,
Camouflage,
New York Dolls,
Organ,
Visage,
Tim Buckley,
KRS-One,
The Black Dice,
MC5,
La Düsseldorf,
Rufus Thomas,
the Bar-Kays,
Sam Rivers,
Roxy Music,
Minnie Riperton,
The Five Americans,
Dead Boys,
cv313,
DNA,
Faraquet,
Q and Not U,
Skriet,
Echospace,
Sandy B,
Roger Hodgson,
The Mojo Men,
Ultra Naté,
Jeff Mills,
Amon Düül,
Judy Mowatt,
The Offenders,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pole,
The Leaves,
Quando Quango,
Avey Tare,
Whodini,
Surgeon,
a-ha,
Little Man,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.