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 Mali and from Stockholm.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Saints to the dance 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 The American Breed. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
The Cure,
The Gladiators,
Joyce Sims,
Camouflage,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Niagra,
Amazonics,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Detroit Cobras,
Eddi Front,
Amon Düül II,
Index,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sound Behaviour,
Todd Terry,
LL Cool J,
Kas Product,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Iggy Pop,
Guru Guru,
Pantaleimon,
Pierre Henry,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Erykah Badu,
Hoover,
Average White Band,
Ronnie Foster,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Silicon Teens,
The Mummies,
The J.B.'s,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
48th St. Collective,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rosa Yemen,
The American Breed,
Fatback Band,
Ten City,
Ossler,
B.T. Express,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Quantec,
Electric Prunes,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Skatalites,
Laurel Aitken,
Byron Stingily,
Susan Cadogan,
Television Personalities,
Wolf Eyes,
Barrington Levy,
Nick Fraelich,
Juan Atkins,
The Blues Magoos,
Soft Machine,
Drexciya,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ituana,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Buckinghams,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.