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 Macedonia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Edmonton.
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 harpsichord 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 Roger Hodgson to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Lyres,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fad Gadget,
The Smoke,
the Human League,
Arthur Verocai,
Chris Corsano,
Donald Byrd,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Dave Gahan,
The Toasters,
Crispian St. Peters,
Todd Terry,
Ten City,
Funky Four + One,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Con Funk Shun,
Roger Hodgson,
the Slits,
The United States of America,
The Dave Clark Five,
Underground Resistance,
X-Ray Spex,
Slick Rick,
Dead Boys,
Gichy Dan,
The Motions,
Joe Smooth,
Colin Newman,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Letta Mbulu,
The Names,
Sun Ra,
The Associates,
Urselle,
Q65,
The Music Machine,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Doobie Brothers,
KRS-One,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Duran Duran,
Arab on Radar,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Quadrant,
The Searchers,
Jeff Mills,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Los Fastidios,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Whodini,
Aaron Thompson,
The Divine Comedy,
The Misunderstood,
Bill Near,
Roxy Music,
Ronnie Foster,
Shoche,
X-102,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.