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 Antigua and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 harpsichord 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 Eden Ahbez to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Skatalites,
Avey Tare,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Nick Fraelich,
The Fall,
Judy Mowatt,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Minutemen,
Cymande,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Selecter,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Sonics,
Talk Talk,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Radio Birdman,
Agent Orange,
B.T. Express,
Sexual Harrassment,
Siglo XX,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Moss Icon,
John Foxx,
Magazine,
Make Up,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Real Kids,
Amon Düül,
Maleditus Sound,
the Bar-Kays,
Stetsasonic,
Freddie Wadling,
E-Dancer,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Piero Umiliani,
Blossom Toes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mad Mike,
Das Ding,
Liliput,
Masters at Work,
Pagans,
Metal Thangz,
The J.B.'s,
Junior Murvin,
Von Mondo,
Eurythmics,
The Invisible,
The Wake,
Fluxion,
Eric Copeland,
Althea and Donna,
The Smoke,
Jawbox,
Excepter,
Desert Stars,
KRS-One,
Faraquet,
Pharoah Sanders,
Absolute Body Control,
Marc Almond,
The Vogues,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.