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 Barbados 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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 snare 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 Leaves to the crunk 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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore 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 mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
Tres Demented,
kango's stein massive,
Robert Görl,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ice-T,
Brand Nubian,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Boz Scaggs,
Reagan Youth,
KRS-One,
Simply Red,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
David McCallum,
Bobby Byrd,
Avey Tare,
The Toasters,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rapeman,
June of 44,
The Raincoats,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Saccharine Trust,
Ituana,
Albert Ayler,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
K-Klass,
A Certain Ratio,
The Wake,
Bizarre Inc.,
Dead Boys,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jacob Miller,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gang Starr,
Pharoah Sanders,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
New Age Steppers,
The Victims,
Yellowson,
Guru Guru,
Zero Boys,
Duran Duran,
Hasil Adkins,
Wally Richardson,
Graham Central Station,
Nils Olav,
Altered Images,
Suicide,
Sun City Girls,
The Slits,
The Pop Group,
These Immortal Souls,
Alison Limerick,
The Modern Lovers,
the Association,
The Alarm Clocks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Morten Harket,
The Remains,
Electric Prunes,
The Names,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.