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 Namibia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 organ 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 Chris Corsano to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
the Germs,
Dark Day,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Wolf Eyes,
The Selecter,
Bizarre Inc.,
Soul II Soul,
Television Personalities,
Yazoo,
The Trojans,
Lakeside,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Buckinghams,
The Gap Band,
Grauzone,
Public Enemy,
Mo-Dettes,
Ornette Coleman,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Chris & Cosey,
Joy Division,
The Misunderstood,
Faust,
Motorama,
Section 25,
Trumans Water,
The Kinks,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Martian,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Deepchord,
The Stooges,
Procol Harum,
Negative Approach,
Brick,
Flash Fearless,
Spandau Ballet,
Swans,
These Immortal Souls,
Nico,
Donald Byrd,
Malaria!,
the Fania All-Stars,
Electric Prunes,
Black Flag,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gil Scott Heron,
Clear Light,
Rotary Connection,
The New Christs,
MDC,
Kerri Chandler,
The Litter,
Boz Scaggs,
Pylon,
Jeff Lynne,
the Swans,
Rakim,
Mad Mike,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.