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 Bulgaria and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 clarinet 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 Television 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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 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 Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
Boogie Down Productions,
Loose Ends,
The Barracudas,
Magazine,
Siglo XX,
June Days,
Tim Buckley,
Electric Prunes,
Cameo,
ABC,
Dave Gahan,
Gang of Four,
Black Pus,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Letta Mbulu,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Hardrive,
Slick Rick,
Whodini,
Darondo,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ponytail,
Banda Bassotti,
the Slits,
X-102,
Sixth Finger,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pere Ubu,
Delon & Dalcan,
T.S.O.L.,
Funkadelic,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Selecter,
Faust,
Urselle,
Ultimate Spinach,
Youth Brigade,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Masters at Work,
Amon Düül II,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Skriet,
Radiohead,
Bob Dylan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Max Romeo,
Lee Hazlewood,
Half Japanese,
Black Sheep,
Procol Harum,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Leaves,
Bootsy Collins,
Sugar Minott,
Rites of Spring,
Marine Girls,
David McCallum,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel.
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.