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 Philippines 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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Michael McDonald 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 Anthony Braxton 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 The Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
Pantytec,
Wings,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Tomorrow,
Tears for Fears,
Ornette Coleman,
Spandau Ballet,
Arcadia,
Harry Pussy,
Loose Ends,
Michelle Simonal,
The Stooges,
Accadde A,
Smog,
The Human League,
Letta Mbulu,
The United States of America,
Crooked Eye,
Amon Düül,
Das Ding,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Soft Cell,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Eric B and Rakim,
Nik Kershaw,
Agitation Free,
Deepchord,
Byron Stingily,
Tres Demented,
Sister Nancy,
Niagra,
Roxette,
Guru Guru,
Quantec,
Kurtis Blow,
Dead Boys,
Yaz,
The Alarm Clocks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Slave,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Pretty Things,
MDC,
T. Rex,
Whodini,
Delon & Dalcan,
One Last Wish,
Laurel Aitken,
Half Japanese,
Gang of Four,
Mandrill,
Stiv Bators,
10cc,
Soul Sonic Force,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kas Product,
Scrapy,
Visage,
ABBA,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.