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 Montenegro and from Calgary.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 chamberlin 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 Kenny Larkin to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
Sugar Minott,
Sister Nancy,
Bad Manners,
Pharoah Sanders,
Nas,
Minny Pops,
Procol Harum,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Can,
the Sonics,
Lee Hazlewood,
Animal Collective,
The Tremeloes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Althea and Donna,
Scratch Acid,
Godley & Creme,
Sandy B,
The Litter,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Gap Band,
Guru Guru,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Cybotron,
Hoover,
Pylon,
Au Pairs,
Vladislav Delay,
Mad Mike,
The Alarm Clocks,
Darondo,
The Gladiators,
These Immortal Souls,
Sällskapet,
Ultravox,
David Bowie,
Soft Machine,
H. Thieme,
The Monks,
Marmalade,
Altered Images,
Nico,
Radio Birdman,
Q and Not U,
Khruangbin,
Con Funk Shun,
Grauzone,
Donny Hathaway,
Kurtis Blow,
Ohio Players,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kerri Chandler,
The Index,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gerry Rafferty,
Echospace,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Gories,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.