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 Cuba and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 organ 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 Minnie Riperton to the disco 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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Scott Walker,
Minutemen,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Slits,
Alton Ellis,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Guru Guru,
Kaleidoscope,
Can,
Banda Bassotti,
Graham Central Station,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Liliput,
Youth Brigade,
Saccharine Trust,
The Barracudas,
Talk Talk,
CMW,
Yusef Lateef,
Marcia Griffiths,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Television,
Depeche Mode,
Brass Construction,
Crime,
Boogie Down Productions,
Skaos,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Faraquet,
Bronski Beat,
Lower 48,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lakeside,
The Dead C,
Aural Exciters,
Country Teasers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Minor Threat,
Gang of Four,
The Flesh Eaters,
Grandmaster Flash,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Duran Duran,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Dennis Brown,
Shuggie Otis,
Audionom,
Tres Demented,
Johnny Clarke,
David Bowie,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Crispian St. Peters,
Brand Nubian,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Severed Heads,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.