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 Argentina and from Mumbai.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 guitar 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the punk 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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding 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 linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Heaven 17,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Johnny Osbourne,
Crash Course in Science,
cv313,
Man Parrish,
The Associates,
10cc,
Neil Young,
The Cramps,
John Cale,
Bobby Sherman,
Siglo XX,
X-102,
Ultravox,
Absolute Body Control,
Tommy Roe,
Gichy Dan,
Barclay James Harvest,
Scratch Acid,
Surgeon,
Agitation Free,
Agent Orange,
Jimmy McGriff,
Japan,
Los Fastidios,
Brothers Johnson,
Kurtis Blow,
The Dirtbombs,
Nik Kershaw,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pole,
Iggy Pop,
Marine Girls,
Hot Snakes,
Panda Bear,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ituana,
Dorothy Ashby,
Frankie Knuckles,
Joensuu 1685,
Mandrill,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sixth Finger,
Theoretical Girls,
Wasted Youth,
Toni Rubio,
Lebanon Hanover,
Fatback Band,
Con Funk Shun,
The Monks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Warsaw,
Lou Reed,
Matthew Bourne,
Symarip,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pylon,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.