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 Kosovo and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Whodini to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
The Grass Roots,
Albert Ayler,
Nation of Ulysses,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Wake,
Ludus,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Minor Threat,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
E-Dancer,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jawbox,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Radiohead,
Althea and Donna,
Goldenarms,
World's Most,
Little Man,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Vladislav Delay,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pet Shop Boys,
Technova,
Robert Görl,
Intrusion,
Eddi Front,
the Sonics,
It's A Beautiful Day,
T. Rex,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
a-ha,
Joe Smooth,
June Days,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
KRS-One,
Faraquet,
Aloha Tigers,
Organ,
John Coltrane,
Ossler,
Rapeman,
Todd Rundgren,
Hoover,
Ohio Players,
The Leaves,
Massinfluence,
the Fania All-Stars,
Yusef Lateef,
Todd Terry,
The Zeros,
Maleditus Sound,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Grey Daturas,
Pylon,
Lungfish,
Flipper,
Public Enemy,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.