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 Sudan and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and London.
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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
Lucky Dragons,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ken Boothe,
48th St. Collective,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Shoche,
New York Dolls,
Lakeside,
Arcadia,
Aaron Thompson,
The Cramps,
Pere Ubu,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Archie Shepp,
Excepter,
Robert Görl,
Ohio Players,
Saccharine Trust,
Grey Daturas,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Steve Hackett,
AZ,
Lebanon Hanover,
Dave Gahan,
Technova,
Desert Stars,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Brand Nubian,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Yellowson,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Birthday Party,
The Red Krayola,
The Doors,
David Axelrod,
Scion,
Eric Dolphy,
The Doobie Brothers,
Schoolly D,
Brick,
Lindisfarne,
Tim Buckley,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
James White and The Blacks,
Alton Ellis,
Black Bananas,
Scrapy,
Wally Richardson,
Alison Limerick,
The Move,
the Association,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Althea and Donna,
The Moody Blues,
Gichy Dan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Godley & Creme,
Dennis Brown,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.