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 Jordan and from Paris.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Organ to the crunk 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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Terrestrial Tones,
Dead Boys,
The Fuzztones,
Marc Almond,
Howard Jones,
Alton Ellis,
Sun Ra,
The Human League,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Deepchord,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Mantronix,
The Skatalites,
Brass Construction,
Minny Pops,
a-ha,
Nils Olav,
Althea and Donna,
Khruangbin,
Oblivians,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gregory Isaacs,
John Coltrane,
Ludus,
The Zeros,
Hot Snakes,
Grandmaster Flash,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Franke,
Throbbing Gristle,
Excepter,
Gang Gang Dance,
Thee Headcoats,
Ornette Coleman,
Half Japanese,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fad Gadget,
James Chance & The Contortions,
John Holt,
New Age Steppers,
ABC,
Amazonics,
Johnny Clarke,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Don Cherry,
Das Ding,
Robert Hood,
Fear,
Ultravox,
Lou Reed,
Warsaw,
Oneida,
Nico,
The Pop Group,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Tommy Roe,
Terry Callier,
The Residents,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.