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 Poland and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the rock 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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kaleidoscope,
The Tremeloes,
Section 25,
Electric Prunes,
Charles Mingus,
Zero Boys,
Joensuu 1685,
Arcadia,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Subhumans,
Funky Four + One,
Depeche Mode,
Roger Hodgson,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bush Tetras,
The Monochrome Set,
Bobby Womack,
Pussy Galore,
Delta 5,
The Beau Brummels,
Derrick May,
Shoche,
Fatback Band,
Scientists,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Young Marble Giants,
Neu!,
Bobby Sherman,
Nation of Ulysses,
Dawn Penn,
Outsiders,
Parry Music,
The Kinks,
John Cale,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ralphi Rosario,
Amon Düül,
Slick Rick,
Archie Shepp,
Blake Baxter,
Marine Girls,
Con Funk Shun,
The Leaves,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Dirtbombs,
Radiohead,
Goldenarms,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Boz Scaggs,
Marmalade,
the Soft Cell,
Cybotron,
The Black Dice,
Minor Threat,
Kurtis Blow,
Tres Demented,
Loose Ends,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.