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 Senegal and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 clarinet 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 DJ Style to the punk 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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erasure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
Das Ding,
Dorothy Ashby,
Glenn Branca,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Patti Smith,
Wally Richardson,
Kaleidoscope,
Crime,
The Modern Lovers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Spandau Ballet,
Rakim,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Smog,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Basic Channel,
Henry Cow,
Juan Atkins,
Goldenarms,
James White and The Blacks,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kerrie Biddell,
Morten Harket,
Vainqueur,
Drive Like Jehu,
U.S. Maple,
Icehouse,
Ludus,
Soulsonic Force,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bush Tetras,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rapeman,
Lyres,
Monks,
Simply Red,
The Blackbyrds,
The Names,
Anakelly,
The Durutti Column,
The Buckinghams,
Loose Ends,
Harry Pussy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Mandrill,
Model 500,
X-101,
Susan Cadogan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Boogie Down Productions,
Johnny Osbourne,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Marshall Jefferson,
Minutemen,
The American Breed,
The Fire Engines,
Flipper,
The Golliwogs,
The Doors,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Swans,
Urselle,
Sugar Minott,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.