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 Tajikistan 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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Seoul.
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 synthesizer 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 Blancmange to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Letta Mbulu,
The Cowsills,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Yaz,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Vladislav Delay,
Dual Sessions,
the Germs,
Depeche Mode,
Massinfluence,
DJ Sneak,
The Grass Roots,
Sonny Sharrock,
Soft Machine,
Lower 48,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Steve Hackett,
Shuggie Otis,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Johnny Osbourne,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kayak,
The Fire Engines,
Man Parrish,
X-Ray Spex,
Grey Daturas,
Pet Shop Boys,
Glambeats Corp.,
Silicon Teens,
Jeff Lynne,
Radiohead,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Robert Hood,
Agitation Free,
Byron Stingily,
Alice Coltrane,
Amon Düül,
The Residents,
Jawbox,
Ohio Players,
Clear Light,
Ponytail,
48th St. Collective,
The Velvet Underground,
UT,
Swell Maps,
The Dead C,
KRS-One,
Junior Murvin,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Tremeloes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
DJ Style,
Rufus Thomas,
Radiopuhelimet,
Moby Grape,
Grauzone,
Excepter,
Maleditus Sound,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.