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 Fiji and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Easy Going to the electroclash 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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
Whodini,
DJ Sneak,
Q and Not U,
New Age Steppers,
Gastr Del Sol,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
X-Ray Spex,
Bush Tetras,
Duran Duran,
Deepchord,
Mad Mike,
Albert Ayler,
Black Sheep,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
CMW,
Lucky Dragons,
Mission of Burma,
Kerrie Biddell,
Animal Collective,
Kerri Chandler,
Panda Bear,
Wolf Eyes,
Aural Exciters,
Laurel Aitken,
Circle Jerks,
Gang Green,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rufus Thomas,
Idris Muhammad,
Blossom Toes,
Junior Murvin,
Mars,
Index,
Henry Cow,
K-Klass,
Eve St. Jones,
Ponytail,
Mo-Dettes,
Matthew Halsall,
Gang of Four,
Motorama,
Pole,
Grey Daturas,
Rekid,
Trumans Water,
Gang Gang Dance,
Marmalade,
Hashim,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Can,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sandy B,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Crash Course in Science,
Loose Ends,
Bobby Sherman,
The Zeros,
The Modern Lovers,
Rites of Spring,
The Names,
Rakim,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.