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 Cameroon and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 808 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 New Order 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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
Warsaw,
Soul Sonic Force,
Joy Division,
Crooked Eye,
John Foxx,
Lower 48,
Monolake,
Hoover,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sugar Minott,
The Trojans,
the Swans,
kango's stein massive,
Jeff Mills,
Minny Pops,
The Blues Magoos,
Alton Ellis,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Pop Group,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
CMW,
Mad Mike,
Zero Boys,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Das Ding,
the Bar-Kays,
Dorothy Ashby,
Crime,
Maleditus Sound,
Porter Ricks,
The Beau Brummels,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Gap Band,
Wally Richardson,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Searchers,
Unrelated Segments,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Saccharine Trust,
Todd Rundgren,
Symarip,
Jeff Lynne,
This Heat,
X-101,
Spoonie Gee,
Neu!,
Mr. Review,
Roy Ayers,
Royal Trux,
Brass Construction,
Stiv Bators,
Eden Ahbez,
Lucky Dragons,
Blossom Toes,
Skaos,
KRS-One,
Electric Prunes,
Icehouse,
Stetsasonic,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
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.