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 Latvia 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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 808 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 48th St. Collective to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
Boz Scaggs,
Sixth Finger,
Magma,
Jawbox,
Wally Richardson,
The Music Machine,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bush Tetras,
Hasil Adkins,
The Monks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Buckinghams,
The Move,
Kurtis Blow,
Shoche,
Jeff Mills,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rod Modell,
Suburban Knight,
EPMD,
Jeff Lynne,
Tears for Fears,
The Wake,
Cluster,
Blake Baxter,
Moby Grape,
Ice-T,
Amon Düül II,
Drive Like Jehu,
Joyce Sims,
James White and The Blacks,
Scott Walker,
Dawn Penn,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Johnny Clarke,
Angry Samoans,
The Stooges,
The Skatalites,
E-Dancer,
Tom Boy,
Josef K,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pharoah Sanders,
Faust,
Skaos,
The Star Department,
Nico,
The Five Americans,
Ralphi Rosario,
Howard Jones,
Duran Duran,
Alton Ellis,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gong,
Audionom,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Country Teasers,
The Alarm Clocks,
Chris Corsano,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.