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 Czech Republic and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 guitar 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 The Slits to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Cure. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Todd Rundgren,
Marcia Griffiths,
Josef K,
Skarface,
Rites of Spring,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sight & Sound,
Masters at Work,
Y Pants,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
X-102,
Grey Daturas,
Intrusion,
Thee Headcoats,
Junior Murvin,
Jimmy McGriff,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Cybotron,
Guru Guru,
Carl Craig,
Charles Mingus,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Standells,
Main Source,
Nils Olav,
Newcleus,
Yellowson,
The Fire Engines,
Mad Mike,
Motorama,
Barbara Tucker,
Terrestrial Tones,
Derrick Morgan,
Symarip,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Dirtbombs,
Spoonie Gee,
Leonard Cohen,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sugar Minott,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Khruangbin,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Television,
Supertramp,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Neu!,
DJ Sneak,
Parry Music,
Fatback Band,
The Gap Band,
New Order,
K-Klass,
T. Rex,
Radio Birdman,
John Foxx,
The Modern Lovers,
Qualms,
Steve Hackett,
Au Pairs,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.