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 Tajikistan and from Lagos.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Gories to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Hardrive,
Hoover,
Unwound,
R.M.O.,
Lucky Dragons,
Faraquet,
Bill Wells,
Scientists,
Black Moon,
Malaria!,
Scan 7,
Yaz,
ABBA,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Gap Band,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Panda Bear,
The Move,
The Standells,
Derrick May,
Moss Icon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lalo Schifrin,
Agent Orange,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fat Boys,
Eric Dolphy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kaleidoscope,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Divine Comedy,
David McCallum,
Peter and Kerry,
Deadbeat,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gil Scott Heron,
DNA,
Bauhaus,
Buzzcocks,
The Star Department,
Cameo,
The Martian,
The Wake,
The Smoke,
Jacques Brel,
Electric Prunes,
Sugar Minott,
FM Einheit,
Connie Case,
Inner City,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Erykah Badu,
Harry Pussy,
Yellowson,
Quantec,
Suburban Knight,
John Cale,
One Last Wish,
The Index,
Average White Band,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.