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 Bahrain and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 UT 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 The Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
The Music Machine,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Thompson Twins,
Yellowson,
Pylon,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Robert Hood,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Sound,
the Bar-Kays,
Anakelly,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Visage,
The Standells,
Parry Music,
The Searchers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Nico,
Rakim,
John Cale,
Newcleus,
Unrelated Segments,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Grey Daturas,
Junior Murvin,
Nirvana,
Carl Craig,
Mandrill,
Alison Limerick,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Peter & Gordon,
Basic Channel,
Khruangbin,
Mo-Dettes,
Von Mondo,
The Gap Band,
Television,
Patti Smith,
Wire,
Colin Newman,
The Golliwogs,
Crime,
Black Pus,
Popol Vuh,
Isaac Hayes,
Electric Prunes,
Adolescents,
The Monks,
Moss Icon,
Hardrive,
Motorama,
the Human League,
The Cowsills,
Crash Course in Science,
The Walker Brothers,
Deakin,
Scion,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.