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 Thailand and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 Scan 7 to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Sound. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
Matthew Bourne,
Joe Finger,
The Offenders,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kas Product,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Beau Brummels,
DJ Sneak,
Essential Logic,
Davy DMX,
Wire,
Can,
R.M.O.,
Piero Umiliani,
Wings,
Lightning Bolt,
Lebanon Hanover,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
X-Ray Spex,
Rotary Connection,
Sällskapet,
Joy Division,
Q65,
Stiv Bators,
Letta Mbulu,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bronski Beat,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Tomorrow,
Royal Trux,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eric B and Rakim,
Laurel Aitken,
Michelle Simonal,
Buzzcocks,
The Cowsills,
New Order,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Masters at Work,
Bad Manners,
The Associates,
Alice Coltrane,
Yaz,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Spoonie Gee,
Aural Exciters,
The Detroit Cobras,
Brick,
Don Cherry,
David Bowie,
Toni Rubio,
Nirvana,
10cc,
cv313,
Graham Central Station,
The Pretty Things,
The Fuzztones,
Jacob Miller,
Frankie Knuckles,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.