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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Offenders to the grunge 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 The Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Metal Thangz,
Hoover,
Au Pairs,
Skarface,
Inner City,
Negative Approach,
Wings,
Neil Young,
The Happenings,
Oneida,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Saccharine Trust,
Grandmaster Flash,
Thompson Twins,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Tommy Roe,
John Holt,
Terry Callier,
Stockholm Monsters,
Faust,
Stereo Dub,
Eric Copeland,
Jandek,
Loose Ends,
Talk Talk,
Roger Hodgson,
Anakelly,
Main Source,
Drive Like Jehu,
Marvin Gaye,
Graham Central Station,
Joey Negro,
Magma,
ABC,
Marmalade,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sparks,
Gichy Dan,
Swans,
Duran Duran,
the Swans,
Pantytec,
The Fuzztones,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bob Dylan,
The Monochrome Set,
Brothers Johnson,
The Count Five,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Black Dice,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pet Shop Boys,
Audionom,
The Seeds,
Mars,
Smog,
Unrelated Segments,
The Blackbyrds,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.