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 Angola and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 clarinet 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 Ralphi Rosario to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
The Litter,
Danielle Patucci,
The Monochrome Set,
Quantec,
Aloha Tigers,
Peter & Gordon,
Franke,
Nation of Ulysses,
Thompson Twins,
a-ha,
Black Bananas,
Clear Light,
Model 500,
Fear,
Los Fastidios,
Gang Gang Dance,
Tomorrow,
Cybotron,
Frankie Knuckles,
Skarface,
The Toasters,
Negative Approach,
Second Layer,
Ultimate Spinach,
Quadrant,
The Dirtbombs,
The Gories,
Scientists,
Animal Collective,
Roxette,
The Evens,
Blossom Toes,
The Black Dice,
Funkadelic,
Robert Wyatt,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Reagan Youth,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
LL Cool J,
The Techniques,
The Gap Band,
Eric Dolphy,
Q and Not U,
Thee Headcoats,
Simply Red,
Soul II Soul,
Howard Jones,
Roxy Music,
Kurtis Blow,
Banda Bassotti,
FM Einheit,
Maurizio,
Mr. Review,
Yusef Lateef,
Colin Newman,
EPMD,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bronski Beat,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
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.