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 Luxembourg and from Copenhagen.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Alphaville to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Bob Dylan,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Swans,
The Toasters,
Sarah Menescal,
Ronnie Foster,
10cc,
Kayak,
Black Bananas,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Soul II Soul,
Davy DMX,
Yazoo,
La Düsseldorf,
Blossom Toes,
Franke,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Raincoats,
Clear Light,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Fortunes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Neon Judgement,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Dark Day,
a-ha,
New York Dolls,
This Heat,
Cymande,
Electric Prunes,
The Velvet Underground,
Drexciya,
New Order,
Ponytail,
E-Dancer,
Josef K,
Patti Smith,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Zeros,
Gerry Rafferty,
The American Breed,
Fifty Foot Hose,
MC5,
Dawn Penn,
June of 44,
The Saints,
The Doors,
Chris & Cosey,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Music Machine,
Pole,
Oneida,
Laurel Aitken,
The Slackers,
The Monochrome Set,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fatback Band,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.