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 Ghana and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Magma to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Tim Buckley,
The Blues Magoos,
Cybotron,
The Gladiators,
Yellowson,
Peter and Kerry,
The Selecter,
Piero Umiliani,
The Count Five,
Guru Guru,
Visage,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Cameo,
Thompson Twins,
Blossom Toes,
Donny Hathaway,
B.T. Express,
Tomorrow,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Dave Gahan,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lee Hazlewood,
DJ Sneak,
The Searchers,
Talk Talk,
K-Klass,
Aural Exciters,
Derrick May,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
David Bowie,
Soft Machine,
The Grass Roots,
Accadde A,
Eric Dolphy,
Andrew Hill,
Skaos,
Little Man,
Sight & Sound,
Radio Birdman,
The Beau Brummels,
La Düsseldorf,
Slave,
Dead Boys,
Eddi Front,
John Foxx,
Shuggie Otis,
Deakin,
Essential Logic,
One Last Wish,
Crispy Ambulance,
Archie Shepp,
The Birthday Party,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Neu!,
Erasure,
Soul II Soul,
The Knickerbockers,
Slick Rick,
The Last Poets,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.