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 Sierra Leone and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Make Up to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
Hasil Adkins,
The Trojans,
Robert Görl,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Reuben Wilson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Chris & Cosey,
Junior Murvin,
The Martian,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Radio Birdman,
Schoolly D,
Henry Cow,
Whodini,
the Soft Cell,
Soft Machine,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Cymande,
Black Pus,
Nick Fraelich,
10cc,
Sonic Youth,
The Gories,
Bronski Beat,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Quando Quango,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Soul II Soul,
Fela Kuti,
This Heat,
Jacob Miller,
The Last Poets,
The Electric Prunes,
Pet Shop Boys,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Blues Magoos,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Blancmange,
Zero Boys,
The Doobie Brothers,
Marc Almond,
Josef K,
Davy DMX,
Gerry Rafferty,
New Order,
Sandy B,
The Mummies,
Mr. Review,
Steve Hackett,
Outsiders,
Bobby Sherman,
Magazine,
Rites of Spring,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Arcadia,
Erykah Badu,
Erasure,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Colin Newman,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.