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 Philippines and from Calgary.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the rock 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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Brothers Johnson,
The Real Kids,
Lucky Dragons,
The Modern Lovers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Big Daddy Kane,
Newcleus,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ohio Players,
Electric Light Orchestra,
June Days,
Joensuu 1685,
Rotary Connection,
The Young Rascals,
Tomorrow,
Quando Quango,
Robert Wyatt,
Lalo Schifrin,
Susan Cadogan,
The Shadows of Knight,
New Age Steppers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Flipper,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Morten Harket,
The Gories,
Icehouse,
Barry Ungar,
The Raincoats,
Silicon Teens,
Malaria!,
The Blackbyrds,
Drexciya,
Dark Day,
The Fire Engines,
The Angels of Light,
Unrelated Segments,
Zero Boys,
Technova,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Grauzone,
Babytalk,
Swell Maps,
Man Parrish,
ABBA,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
8 Eyed Spy,
Swans,
Derrick May,
Nik Kershaw,
Severed Heads,
Easy Going,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Litter,
JFA,
Blancmange,
Maurizio,
Arab on Radar,
Barbara Tucker,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.