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 France 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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Robert Palmer 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 Kurtis Blow to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
Chrome,
Brick,
Unrelated Segments,
Avey Tare,
KRS-One,
Lalann,
David McCallum,
Monks,
Minnie Riperton,
Underground Resistance,
Erasure,
Harry Pussy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Marshall Jefferson,
Crispian St. Peters,
Peter and Kerry,
The Martian,
Faraquet,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bang On A Can,
Agent Orange,
Gabor Szabo,
The Gladiators,
DJ Style,
World's Most,
Stetsasonic,
The Fugs,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Duran Duran,
Ossler,
Anthony Braxton,
Johnny Osbourne,
Schoolly D,
Basic Channel,
Das Ding,
the Soft Cell,
Half Japanese,
The J.B.'s,
Newcleus,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Red Krayola,
Bobby Womack,
DJ Sneak,
Black Flag,
Adolescents,
Dennis Brown,
June Days,
Siglo XX,
Unwound,
Easy Going,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Durutti Column,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sonic Youth,
The Shadows of Knight,
Country Teasers,
The Golliwogs,
This Heat,
Crash Course in Science,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.