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 Guinea and from Milan.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 sitar 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 Dennis Brown to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
Quadrant,
Ponytail,
Whodini,
Don Cherry,
Eli Mardock,
The Busters,
the Normal,
Stetsasonic,
Frankie Knuckles,
Thee Headcoats,
Bronski Beat,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rod Modell,
Radio Birdman,
The United States of America,
Kool Moe Dee,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Dead C,
Deepchord,
Pantytec,
Yellowson,
Fat Boys,
Aural Exciters,
The Electric Prunes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Misunderstood,
Mark Hollis,
The Smiths,
Blossom Toes,
The American Breed,
Public Image Ltd.,
Adolescents,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Panda Bear,
The Stooges,
Wally Richardson,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Red Krayola,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gregory Isaacs,
Aswad,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Wings,
Neil Young,
Chrome,
Matthew Bourne,
Accadde A,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sandy B,
Bill Near,
Pylon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Neon Judgement,
Buzzcocks,
Skarface,
Cecil Taylor,
ABC,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Pop Group,
Al Stewart,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count 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.