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 Saudi Arabia and from Jakarta.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mumbai.
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 mellotron 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 Sisters of Mercy 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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sparks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Mark Hollis,
Visage,
Gastr Del Sol,
The J.B.'s,
Davy DMX,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Cybotron,
Kas Product,
The Doobie Brothers,
EPMD,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
cv313,
Unrelated Segments,
Mad Mike,
Silicon Teens,
Fugazi,
Gang Gang Dance,
Chris Corsano,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Litter,
Wire,
Joe Smooth,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Mighty Diamonds,
June Days,
The Golliwogs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Kinks,
Supertramp,
Black Moon,
Kayak,
The Birthday Party,
Little Man,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Schoolly D,
Quantec,
Alice Coltrane,
Tom Boy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kerri Chandler,
Spoonie Gee,
Stereo Dub,
Make Up,
Mission of Burma,
Sight & Sound,
The Red Krayola,
Eden Ahbez,
Monolake,
Bobby Byrd,
Brothers Johnson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Scrapy,
Animal Collective,
Model 500,
Barrington Levy,
Aural Exciters,
Tubeway Army,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.