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 San Marino and from London.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and New York.
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 arpeggiator 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the rap 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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
Lindisfarne,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lower 48,
Schoolly D,
Erykah Badu,
Brand Nubian,
Rhythm & Sound,
Leonard Cohen,
Simply Red,
Dawn Penn,
Altered Images,
K-Klass,
Pet Shop Boys,
Los Fastidios,
Faust,
Mr. Review,
Urselle,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Star Department,
John Lydon,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Birthday Party,
The Young Rascals,
Man Parrish,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Germs,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Gladiators,
The Angels of Light,
Little Man,
Minnie Riperton,
The Red Krayola,
The Fuzztones,
Flamin' Groovies,
Scion,
Niagra,
Masters at Work,
Man Eating Sloth,
Althea and Donna,
The Dirtbombs,
Crispian St. Peters,
Index,
Kool Moe Dee,
Dorothy Ashby,
Derrick Morgan,
Toni Rubio,
Lyres,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Fluxion,
Basic Channel,
Idris Muhammad,
Cybotron,
The Divine Comedy,
Laurel Aitken,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Q65,
Glenn Branca,
Gang Gang Dance,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.