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 Iran and from Winnipeg.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 LL Cool J to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
Agitation Free,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Flash Fearless,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Cameo,
Franke,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Section 25,
Magazine,
The Electric Prunes,
Althea and Donna,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Searchers,
The Moody Blues,
Davy DMX,
The Doobie Brothers,
Glenn Branca,
Ornette Coleman,
Maleditus Sound,
Delon & Dalcan,
Swell Maps,
The Leaves,
James White and The Blacks,
Au Pairs,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Seeds,
Roxette,
Soft Machine,
World's Most,
Sun Ra,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jacques Brel,
L. Decosne,
Brick,
Ponytail,
Hardrive,
Yaz,
Grey Daturas,
F. McDonald,
Eric B and Rakim,
Audionom,
the Swans,
Cybotron,
Theoretical Girls,
Basic Channel,
Erykah Badu,
Main Source,
Mark Hollis,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Arcadia,
K-Klass,
Scott Walker,
Agent Orange,
The Fuzztones,
Liliput,
Black Pus,
The Neon Judgement,
Quantec,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.