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 Moldova and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 güiro 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 Thompson Twins to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
DJ Style,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Wasted Youth,
Soulsonic Force,
Moebius,
The Golliwogs,
Ossler,
Radiohead,
MDC,
The New Christs,
The American Breed,
Malaria!,
The Blackbyrds,
The Mojo Men,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Terry Callier,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Joey Negro,
David Axelrod,
The Gap Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
UT,
the Normal,
The Flesh Eaters,
Grauzone,
Jeru the Damaja,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sällskapet,
Roxy Music,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Index,
Marmalade,
Supertramp,
Sarah Menescal,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Slits,
Electric Prunes,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Human League,
Sandy B,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
New Order,
Thompson Twins,
Tubeway Army,
The Fall,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Bar-Kays,
Slick Rick,
Fluxion,
Spoonie Gee,
Moss Icon,
Amon Düül II,
Ronnie Foster,
The Sonics,
Lower 48,
Soft Cell,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.