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 Slovakia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Accra.
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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 The Walker Brothers to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Davy DMX,
Whodini,
The Beau Brummels,
The Dirtbombs,
Lower 48,
Nik Kershaw,
Pantytec,
The Leaves,
Dave Gahan,
Subhumans,
Susan Cadogan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Frankie Knuckles,
Monolake,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Trumans Water,
John Coltrane,
Rapeman,
Camouflage,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Goldenarms,
Harmonia,
Black Flag,
Sun City Girls,
The Slits,
The Fugs,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Trojans,
Jeff Mills,
the Slits,
The Kinks,
The Golliwogs,
Stetsasonic,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Index,
Man Parrish,
Scott Walker,
Bob Dylan,
Quando Quango,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lucky Dragons,
The Fuzztones,
Tom Boy,
Los Fastidios,
Pagans,
Danielle Patucci,
The Alarm Clocks,
Mad Mike,
Funky Four + One,
Model 500,
The Offenders,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rekid,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Monks,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.