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 Nigeria 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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 marimba 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 Slick Rick 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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
Roxette,
Duran Duran,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Leonard Cohen,
The Mummies,
The Knickerbockers,
Minutemen,
Swans,
Laurel Aitken,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Modern Lovers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Magazine,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Fugazi,
Dark Day,
8 Eyed Spy,
Nas,
Joey Negro,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Moby Grape,
Suicide,
The Red Krayola,
Niagra,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Radio Birdman,
Public Enemy,
In Retrospect,
Dead Boys,
The Monochrome Set,
Erykah Badu,
Circle Jerks,
Gong,
Soulsonic Force,
Youth Brigade,
Whodini,
The Gories,
Fatback Band,
Sandy B,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sister Nancy,
Shuggie Otis,
Slick Rick,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Surgeon,
Lower 48,
The Standells,
MC5,
OOIOO,
The Barracudas,
Absolute Body Control,
Judy Mowatt,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Five Americans,
Grauzone,
Connie Case,
Stiv Bators,
Skaos,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.