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 Malaysia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 guitar 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 Patti Smith to the punk 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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Grandmaster Flash,
D'Angelo,
Faust,
Tubeway Army,
U.S. Maple,
JFA,
The Neon Judgement,
Inner City,
The Misunderstood,
Avey Tare,
Michelle Simonal,
The Fuzztones,
Iggy Pop,
Althea and Donna,
John Lydon,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Motorama,
Severed Heads,
Pharoah Sanders,
Tears for Fears,
Byron Stingily,
The Walker Brothers,
Pantytec,
Stockholm Monsters,
Desert Stars,
Rekid,
The Doors,
Deakin,
Organ,
Oneida,
Make Up,
Peter & Gordon,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Black Dice,
Derrick Morgan,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Smoke,
The Cramps,
New Age Steppers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rod Modell,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Marine Girls,
The Monks,
Lyres,
Scientists,
Eric Dolphy,
Lalann,
Interpol,
Peter and Kerry,
Yazoo,
Junior Murvin,
Yusef Lateef,
Barclay James Harvest,
Janne Schatter,
The Modern Lovers,
Marc Almond,
Scott Walker,
Mars,
Sun City Girls,
Crime,
the Soft Cell,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.