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 Andorra and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Boogie Down Productions to the rock 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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cosmic Jokers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
Swell Maps,
James White and The Blacks,
the Bar-Kays,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sex Pistols,
Joey Negro,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Grauzone,
Model 500,
In Retrospect,
Newcleus,
The Martian,
Arcadia,
Lucky Dragons,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rufus Thomas,
Mary Jane Girls,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Girls At Our Best!,
Aural Exciters,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
10cc,
Mandrill,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bang On A Can,
Niagra,
Aaron Thompson,
The Skatalites,
Moss Icon,
Urselle,
Sparks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Happenings,
Visage,
Q and Not U,
The Music Machine,
Tim Buckley,
Hoover,
Ultimate Spinach,
Quadrant,
Mission of Burma,
The Sonics,
Flipper,
Blossom Toes,
Marvin Gaye,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Leaves,
John Holt,
Cameo,
Zapp,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sonic Youth,
Moebius,
U.S. Maple,
Frankie Knuckles,
Shuggie Otis,
Oblivians,
Tommy Roe,
Eurythmics,
Subhumans,
The Buckinghams,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.