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 Venezuela and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the grime 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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
Supertramp,
Thee Headcoats,
David Bowie,
Danielle Patucci,
Guru Guru,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Skarface,
Stockholm Monsters,
Inner City,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Donny Hathaway,
Simply Red,
T.S.O.L.,
Whodini,
Desert Stars,
Rhythm & Sound,
Quando Quango,
Audionom,
Scan 7,
Joey Negro,
The Buckinghams,
Rekid,
Robert Wyatt,
Reagan Youth,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Red Krayola,
Ponytail,
Scientists,
Bobby Sherman,
Magma,
Lakeside,
Scratch Acid,
Franke,
Patti Smith,
Boredoms,
Black Pus,
Letta Mbulu,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Doors,
The Alarm Clocks,
Technova,
The Residents,
Sandy B,
Symarip,
Hashim,
The Selecter,
Marine Girls,
Swans,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jerry Gold Smith,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Zapp,
Rod Modell,
The Fire Engines,
A Certain Ratio,
Crispy Ambulance,
Crash Course in Science,
John Lydon,
Donald Byrd,
The Gun Club,
The Dave Clark Five,
Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling.
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.