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 Finland and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Rakim to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Joey Negro,
Adolescents,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Gladiators,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bluetip,
Black Flag,
Grey Daturas,
Motorama,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Isaac Hayes,
Joy Division,
The Cowsills,
Gabor Szabo,
T. Rex,
Tim Buckley,
Jacques Brel,
The Busters,
Aloha Tigers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Popol Vuh,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lightning Bolt,
Man Parrish,
Terry Callier,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bronski Beat,
Minor Threat,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Birthday Party,
Lalo Schifrin,
Depeche Mode,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sonny Sharrock,
kango's stein massive,
Albert Ayler,
Stetsasonic,
Banda Bassotti,
Crime,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
FM Einheit,
Livin' Joy,
Wings,
The Moleskins,
The Index,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Interpol,
Kool Moe Dee,
Godley & Creme,
Sandy B,
Connie Case,
The Litter,
Q65,
June Days,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.