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 United States and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Excepter to the electroclash 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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
The Beau Brummels,
Brothers Johnson,
Michelle Simonal,
UT,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Grass Roots,
Josef K,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Soft Cell,
Ralphi Rosario,
Television,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Spandau Ballet,
Von Mondo,
Brand Nubian,
F. McDonald,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Eric Copeland,
ABBA,
Pole,
Ten City,
Cecil Taylor,
Gang Gang Dance,
Fat Boys,
The Trojans,
The Residents,
Popol Vuh,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Supertramp,
LL Cool J,
The Searchers,
Television Personalities,
Fugazi,
Duran Duran,
Outsiders,
The Raincoats,
Simply Red,
Half Japanese,
Donny Hathaway,
Steve Hackett,
Avey Tare,
Ultra Naté,
Sparks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Hot Snakes,
Ronnie Foster,
Ohio Players,
Robert Wyatt,
Marc Almond,
The Monks,
Shuggie Otis,
The Slits,
X-101,
Mary Jane Girls,
This Heat,
Lyres,
The American Breed,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.