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 Comoros and from Paris.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Marcia Griffiths to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
Cluster,
Aloha Tigers,
the Association,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Fire Engines,
Fort Wilson Riot,
UT,
Tomorrow,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Black Moon,
Rhythm & Sound,
PIL,
China Crisis,
Yusef Lateef,
Desert Stars,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Music Machine,
Todd Terry,
Gerry Rafferty,
Spandau Ballet,
Rod Modell,
Eric Copeland,
The Slits,
Scan 7,
Nirvana,
Black Sheep,
Stetsasonic,
Quadrant,
Josef K,
Michelle Simonal,
The Flesh Eaters,
Crispy Ambulance,
Organ,
the Soft Cell,
Morten Harket,
The Saints,
Janne Schatter,
Gang Gang Dance,
Charles Mingus,
Ten City,
The Pretty Things,
Kayak,
Johnny Clarke,
Altered Images,
The Fugs,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Birthday Party,
Andrew Hill,
Jawbox,
The Dirtbombs,
The Monochrome Set,
Flash Fearless,
Panda Bear,
This Heat,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jeff Mills,
Dawn Penn,
The Litter,
June Days,
Rekid,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.