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 Papua New Guinea and from Johannesburg.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 oboe 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 Idris Muhammad to the crunk 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 Television. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
Ohio Players,
Black Moon,
Bang On A Can,
Icehouse,
Lou Christie,
the Bar-Kays,
Jandek,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fat Boys,
Agitation Free,
Unrelated Segments,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Swans,
Agent Orange,
The Human League,
Quando Quango,
Section 25,
Marvin Gaye,
The Happenings,
Simply Red,
Terry Callier,
F. McDonald,
The Gun Club,
Sällskapet,
Stereo Dub,
Crash Course in Science,
KRS-One,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Absolute Body Control,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bush Tetras,
Kevin Saunderson,
Donald Byrd,
Con Funk Shun,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Zeros,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Peter and Kerry,
Sister Nancy,
Das Ding,
Soft Cell,
Alison Limerick,
Kenny Larkin,
OOIOO,
Marine Girls,
The Golliwogs,
The Move,
Matthew Halsall,
Dual Sessions,
Girls At Our Best!,
June Days,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Scratch Acid,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Severed Heads,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Traffic Nightmare,
Nas,
Wings,
Nils Olav,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.