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 Estonia and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 harpsichord 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 Hot Snakes to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
Das Ding,
Harry Pussy,
Crime,
Aural Exciters,
Echospace,
Audionom,
Quando Quango,
Zapp,
The Human League,
Todd Terry,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Nico,
Outsiders,
The Buckinghams,
New Order,
Gabor Szabo,
Thee Headcoats,
Davy DMX,
Goldenarms,
Scratch Acid,
The Sound,
Mary Jane Girls,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Shuggie Otis,
Public Enemy,
Dark Day,
Cybotron,
The Beau Brummels,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Arthur Verocai,
Rites of Spring,
Unrelated Segments,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Drexciya,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kenny Larkin,
Moby Grape,
Gang of Four,
Bad Manners,
Black Sheep,
Don Cherry,
New York Dolls,
Charles Mingus,
The Pretty Things,
Camouflage,
The Gap Band,
Quadrant,
Cal Tjader,
Derrick May,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Barracudas,
The Vogues,
Peter and Kerry,
Donny Hathaway,
The Star Department,
Spandau Ballet,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bob Dylan,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.