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 Colombia 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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 synthesizer 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 Deadbeat to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Fall. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Basic Channel,
Royal Trux,
Tears for Fears,
kango's stein massive,
Graham Central Station,
OOIOO,
Television,
Minor Threat,
Country Teasers,
James White and The Blacks,
The Monochrome Set,
Newcleus,
Lou Christie,
Q65,
Barry Ungar,
The Music Machine,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Whodini,
Susan Cadogan,
Moebius,
Lucky Dragons,
Prince Buster,
Das Ding,
Siglo XX,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kool Moe Dee,
L. Decosne,
Mandrill,
Joe Smooth,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Doobie Brothers,
Mr. Review,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kerri Chandler,
Grey Daturas,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Khruangbin,
Terry Callier,
Mark Hollis,
Trumans Water,
Flipper,
Bobby Sherman,
Bronski Beat,
The Trojans,
Rakim,
Jesper Dahlback,
Isaac Hayes,
Suburban Knight,
Grauzone,
Franke,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Negative Approach,
Frankie Knuckles,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Donny Hathaway,
Aloha Tigers,
Bauhaus,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.