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 New York.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Laurel Aitken to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
Guru Guru,
Davy DMX,
The J.B.'s,
Piero Umiliani,
Alphaville,
Robert Wyatt,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Severed Heads,
The Walker Brothers,
Bill Wells,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Normal,
Tubeway Army,
Ken Boothe,
L. Decosne,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
T. Rex,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Aloha Tigers,
Alison Limerick,
D'Angelo,
Chris & Cosey,
Nik Kershaw,
Visage,
KRS-One,
Connie Case,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Camouflage,
Boredoms,
Kayak,
Chrome,
Ten City,
Funky Four + One,
Bush Tetras,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Crooked Eye,
X-Ray Spex,
the Slits,
Eden Ahbez,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Amon Düül,
Ossler,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Beau Brummels,
Crime,
Masters at Work,
F. McDonald,
Ohio Players,
Man Parrish,
Audionom,
Animal Collective,
The Young Rascals,
Warsaw,
Aswad,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Derrick May,
Mantronix,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.