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 India and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 Johannesburg and Manila.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the disco 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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Little Man,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Delon & Dalcan,
Mad Mike,
Intrusion,
Sandy B,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Scan 7,
Stetsasonic,
Los Fastidios,
Masters at Work,
Niagra,
Tropical Tobacco,
Max Romeo,
Delta 5,
Avey Tare,
The American Breed,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Morten Harket,
E-Dancer,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Smog,
Althea and Donna,
L. Decosne,
Marmalade,
Erykah Badu,
Anakelly,
Dark Day,
Clear Light,
Ludus,
The Slits,
Loose Ends,
The Motions,
Kevin Saunderson,
T. Rex,
Junior Murvin,
Subhumans,
Bad Manners,
DJ Style,
The Last Poets,
Siglo XX,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Moebius,
Susan Cadogan,
Mr. Review,
The Searchers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Audionom,
Lyres,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Techniques,
Y Pants,
Chris Corsano,
Eurythmics,
The Wake,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Busters,
The Blues Magoos,
Warsaw,
Bobby Womack,
Rotary Connection,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.