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 Bhutan and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Slits to the jazz 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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
Scrapy,
Negative Approach,
Gichy Dan,
cv313,
Eve St. Jones,
Faraquet,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Robert Wyatt,
Aswad,
Althea and Donna,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Surgeon,
Lucky Dragons,
The Real Kids,
The Black Dice,
Fear,
Sun City Girls,
Nick Fraelich,
Suicide,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Franke,
Saccharine Trust,
Youth Brigade,
Television,
Au Pairs,
Morten Harket,
Buzzcocks,
Audionom,
Glambeats Corp.,
Young Marble Giants,
The Vogues,
The Smiths,
Nik Kershaw,
Chris Corsano,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Arcadia,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lungfish,
Hashim,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Quantec,
Ten City,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kurtis Blow,
Roxette,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
DJ Sneak,
Scratch Acid,
The Buckinghams,
Urselle,
Derrick May,
Janne Schatter,
Pierre Henry,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.