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 Bulgaria and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 spring reverb 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 Roxy Music to the techno 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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
David Bowie,
Cybotron,
The Divine Comedy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Altered Images,
The Tremeloes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
kango's stein massive,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Theoretical Girls,
Sex Pistols,
Soft Cell,
Cymande,
ABC,
Crooked Eye,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ludus,
Toni Rubio,
10cc,
Can,
Das Ding,
Alphaville,
The Raincoats,
Jerry's Kids,
The Vogues,
Angry Samoans,
Saccharine Trust,
ABBA,
Moss Icon,
The Wake,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bootsy Collins,
Yazoo,
R.M.O.,
KRS-One,
Eve St. Jones,
Lalo Schifrin,
Livin' Joy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Blossom Toes,
Josef K,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lindisfarne,
the Slits,
Panda Bear,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Yaz,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Thee Headcoats,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pantaleimon,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mark Hollis,
Steve Hackett,
Tears for Fears,
Mad Mike,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
New Order,
Sexual Harrassment,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Junior Murvin,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.