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 China and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Excepter to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Evens. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
Crooked Eye,
a-ha,
The Barracudas,
Robert Hood,
Wire,
Bobby Sherman,
The Offenders,
The Toasters,
the Germs,
Moby Grape,
Wings,
Cluster,
The Selecter,
Deadbeat,
Robert Wyatt,
Dead Boys,
Index,
Scientists,
The Sound,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Barrington Levy,
Boz Scaggs,
Tommy Roe,
Rakim,
The Fuzztones,
Ronan,
Lightning Bolt,
Jesper Dahlback,
Skaos,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Suicide,
Adolescents,
The Monochrome Set,
OOIOO,
Minnie Riperton,
Scrapy,
CMW,
Crispian St. Peters,
Royal Trux,
Average White Band,
Magma,
Thee Headcoats,
Brothers Johnson,
Ralphi Rosario,
Amazonics,
Fad Gadget,
Glenn Branca,
Parry Music,
Matthew Halsall,
Aural Exciters,
Jeff Mills,
Todd Terry,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ultra Naté,
Ponytail,
Make Up,
Mr. Review,
The Mummies,
Barry Ungar,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.