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 Portugal and from Cairo.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 snare 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 Yazoo to the electroclash 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 The Gories. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
Stetsasonic,
Maleditus Sound,
Tres Demented,
The Wake,
The J.B.'s,
R.M.O.,
Mo-Dettes,
Trumans Water,
Cymande,
Ten City,
Minor Threat,
Radio Birdman,
Pantytec,
Scrapy,
Oneida,
Kerri Chandler,
Barrington Levy,
Radiohead,
Susan Cadogan,
Liliput,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Livin' Joy,
The Misunderstood,
Ultra Naté,
The Beau Brummels,
Reagan Youth,
Gang Green,
Amon Düül II,
Lungfish,
The Moleskins,
Robert Wyatt,
Can,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Iggy Pop,
The American Breed,
Robert Görl,
Howard Jones,
Glambeats Corp.,
Thompson Twins,
In Retrospect,
Quadrant,
Donny Hathaway,
Cameo,
Franke,
Newcleus,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
UT,
The Durutti Column,
Pantaleimon,
Boz Scaggs,
Kayak,
The Doobie Brothers,
Derrick May,
Jeff Lynne,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Litter,
Babytalk,
Eric Copeland,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.