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 Cuba and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the rock 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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
The Toasters,
Mo-Dettes,
Letta Mbulu,
Hasil Adkins,
The Litter,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Leonard Cohen,
L. Decosne,
Funky Four + One,
Mr. Review,
Pagans,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rekid,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Grauzone,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Talk Talk,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Spandau Ballet,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Howard Jones,
Roger Hodgson,
Monks,
Bootsy Collins,
Porter Ricks,
Flipper,
The Real Kids,
Kenny Larkin,
the Normal,
Gastr Del Sol,
Chris & Cosey,
Arcadia,
Little Man,
Ohio Players,
Kerri Chandler,
Fatback Band,
The Gap Band,
Ossler,
Unwound,
The Alarm Clocks,
Eddi Front,
Dawn Penn,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Pop Group,
John Cale,
Brothers Johnson,
Section 25,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Matthew Bourne,
Panda Bear,
The Gladiators,
Youth Brigade,
Harpers Bizarre,
Khruangbin,
Symarip,
Gabor Szabo,
Urselle,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sällskapet,
The American Breed,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.