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 Chile and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 güiro 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 Echospace to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Stiv Bators,
Erasure,
Livin' Joy,
June Days,
The Count Five,
Mandrill,
Alice Coltrane,
Anthony Braxton,
Lungfish,
Mantronix,
KRS-One,
Bill Wells,
The Buckinghams,
Hashim,
Crime,
Patti Smith,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Gap Band,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lindisfarne,
New Age Steppers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Amon Düül,
Stereo Dub,
Man Parrish,
Scientists,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
John Holt,
Panda Bear,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Hot Snakes,
The Divine Comedy,
The Toasters,
Chris Corsano,
Jacques Brel,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Cramps,
Howard Jones,
Gang Gang Dance,
Hardrive,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Slackers,
Fela Kuti,
Jeff Mills,
Graham Central Station,
Minny Pops,
Motorama,
In Retrospect,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Reagan Youth,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Normal,
Mr. Review,
Bang On A Can,
Girls At Our Best!,
Guru Guru,
Sister Nancy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.