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 Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Schoolly D to the grunge 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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Soul II Soul,
Minutemen,
One Last Wish,
The Barracudas,
Kayak,
The Doobie Brothers,
Deakin,
Fela Kuti,
The Beau Brummels,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rekid,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Durutti Column,
The Associates,
The Smiths,
Visage,
Maurizio,
Sonic Youth,
John Foxx,
Joyce Sims,
Drexciya,
The Gories,
Kevin Saunderson,
Barry Ungar,
Fatback Band,
Mars,
Sixth Finger,
Cheater Slicks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Amazonics,
Gang Gang Dance,
Aural Exciters,
Monolake,
OOIOO,
Sandy B,
Bob Dylan,
Agent Orange,
The Fire Engines,
Peter & Gordon,
Mantronix,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Spoonie Gee,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ornette Coleman,
Blossom Toes,
Ludus,
The Knickerbockers,
Section 25,
Altered Images,
Terrestrial Tones,
Unwound,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Johnny Clarke,
Black Sheep,
Slick Rick,
Liliput,
Monks,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.