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 Hungary and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 rhodes 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 10cc to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
Metal Thangz,
Robert Görl,
Fela Kuti,
Drexciya,
Hardrive,
Banda Bassotti,
The Divine Comedy,
The Star Department,
Man Parrish,
Whodini,
Kevin Saunderson,
Brick,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Invisible,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Sonics,
Motorama,
Cheater Slicks,
Sarah Menescal,
Lakeside,
Alison Limerick,
Crime,
The Modern Lovers,
The Associates,
Second Layer,
The Residents,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Barracudas,
The Raincoats,
Yazoo,
Skarface,
Ituana,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Techniques,
New Order,
Schoolly D,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kerrie Biddell,
Howard Jones,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pantytec,
Monks,
Porter Ricks,
Ice-T,
Dark Day,
Blancmange,
Camberwell Now,
Gong,
Chris Corsano,
Magazine,
Bill Near,
Boz Scaggs,
Symarip,
Shuggie Otis,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sugar Minott,
A Certain Ratio,
Little Man,
Royal Trux,
Junior Murvin,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.