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 Estonia and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Todd Rundgren,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Grass Roots,
Wire,
Intrusion,
Peter & Gordon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Joensuu 1685,
Black Moon,
Surgeon,
Eric B and Rakim,
Charles Mingus,
Cluster,
Clear Light,
Scientists,
Franke,
Marc Almond,
Ponytail,
Lakeside,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jacques Brel,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Spoonie Gee,
Sandy B,
Robert Hood,
Porter Ricks,
Max Romeo,
Grauzone,
Babytalk,
Arthur Verocai,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
OOIOO,
Moebius,
Kenny Larkin,
Guru Guru,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Slits,
Index,
The New Christs,
Spandau Ballet,
Althea and Donna,
Jeff Lynne,
Electric Light Orchestra,
John Foxx,
June of 44,
Sight & Sound,
Model 500,
Simply Red,
Average White Band,
DJ Style,
the Fania All-Stars,
cv313,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
June Days,
DNA,
Bootsy Collins,
Talk Talk,
Agitation Free,
Bluetip,
Hasil Adkins,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.