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 Ivory Coast and from London.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Evens to the grunge 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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes 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 linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
John Cale,
Fela Kuti,
Cybotron,
Marc Almond,
Swans,
Bronski Beat,
Kool Moe Dee,
Y Pants,
Mad Mike,
Derrick May,
Neil Young,
Gang of Four,
Bizarre Inc.,
Derrick Morgan,
Chrome,
Vladislav Delay,
Minutemen,
Hot Snakes,
The Human League,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lyres,
JFA,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Marine Girls,
John Foxx,
Outsiders,
The Fugs,
Bluetip,
A Certain Ratio,
Altered Images,
Cameo,
The Pop Group,
Joey Negro,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Panda Bear,
Crispian St. Peters,
Quando Quango,
Roxy Music,
Skriet,
Kayak,
Drexciya,
Amon Düül,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Alice Coltrane,
Ohio Players,
Blake Baxter,
Juan Atkins,
Bill Near,
Model 500,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Yaz,
Gong,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sixth Finger,
Fluxion,
Suburban Knight,
The Monochrome Set,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.