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 Panama and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Barrington Levy to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
Swell Maps,
Big Daddy Kane,
F. McDonald,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Reuben Wilson,
the Germs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pole,
B.T. Express,
Frankie Knuckles,
Cheater Slicks,
Desert Stars,
Excepter,
Gang Green,
Ornette Coleman,
OOIOO,
World's Most,
Ultravox,
Fear,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Crispian St. Peters,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Robert Görl,
The Sonics,
Pierre Henry,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Index,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Shadows of Knight,
Thee Headcoats,
Tomorrow,
Cameo,
Barry Ungar,
Fort Wilson Riot,
10cc,
T. Rex,
Thompson Twins,
The Monochrome Set,
KRS-One,
Colin Newman,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Soul II Soul,
Pussy Galore,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Blancmange,
Mo-Dettes,
Visage,
the Soft Cell,
Alice Coltrane,
LL Cool J,
The Raincoats,
Marine Girls,
Patti Smith,
Josef K,
Rapeman,
Inner City,
Nils Olav,
Minnie Riperton,
Soft Machine,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.