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 Oman and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 theremin 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 Delta 5 to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Agent Orange,
The Dead C,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Wally Richardson,
Scratch Acid,
Harpers Bizarre,
Depeche Mode,
OOIOO,
Schoolly D,
Kas Product,
Siglo XX,
Sällskapet,
Gregory Isaacs,
Panda Bear,
Spoonie Gee,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Public Image Ltd.,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Peter and Kerry,
Dual Sessions,
Hot Snakes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Talk Talk,
Aswad,
Unrelated Segments,
Index,
MC5,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Radiohead,
Essential Logic,
Livin' Joy,
Steve Hackett,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Prince Buster,
Howard Jones,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Mission of Burma,
K-Klass,
Ultravox,
Goldenarms,
U.S. Maple,
Todd Terry,
Moss Icon,
Morten Harket,
Porter Ricks,
Agitation Free,
the Germs,
Franke,
X-Ray Spex,
Big Daddy Kane,
Nirvana,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sight & Sound,
John Coltrane,
Flash Fearless,
Unwound,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.