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 Syria and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Jakarta.
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 theremin 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 Ultravox to the grime 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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Wasted Youth,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Stooges,
The Gun Club,
Deepchord,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Parry Music,
Spoonie Gee,
Ralphi Rosario,
T. Rex,
X-Ray Spex,
Public Image Ltd.,
Howard Jones,
Grey Daturas,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sister Nancy,
Stiv Bators,
Sandy B,
Interpol,
In Retrospect,
John Coltrane,
Pulsallama,
B.T. Express,
The Victims,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
DJ Style,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Angry Samoans,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lakeside,
Surgeon,
Arthur Verocai,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Barrington Levy,
Spandau Ballet,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Al Stewart,
The Buckinghams,
Von Mondo,
Chris & Cosey,
Yaz,
Marvin Gaye,
Amon Düül II,
Procol Harum,
Scion,
Nico,
JFA,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Gories,
Eric B and Rakim,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rapeman,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
James White and The Blacks,
Blossom Toes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.