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 Korea South and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 mellotron 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 Can to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
This Heat,
The Move,
Nas,
Wolf Eyes,
Bill Wells,
Bush Tetras,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Velvet Underground,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Talk Talk,
Susan Cadogan,
Chrome,
Y Pants,
Wasted Youth,
Agitation Free,
The Mojo Men,
Lower 48,
Grandmaster Flash,
Morten Harket,
The Pretty Things,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
AZ,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lou Reed,
Minor Threat,
Aloha Tigers,
Soulsonic Force,
Radio Birdman,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rapeman,
The Last Poets,
Excepter,
The Durutti Column,
Harmonia,
Vladislav Delay,
X-Ray Spex,
Josef K,
Peter & Gordon,
Whodini,
kango's stein massive,
Can,
Sugar Minott,
Barrington Levy,
The Birthday Party,
Robert Hood,
Skaos,
Crispian St. Peters,
LL Cool J,
Eric Dolphy,
Monks,
Jerry's Kids,
The Standells,
Spoonie Gee,
Avey Tare,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Eve St. Jones,
Grauzone,
Piero Umiliani,
Hashim,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.