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 Chile and from Manchester.
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 Seoul and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 marimba 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 The Gun Club to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
Lucky Dragons,
a-ha,
Ralphi Rosario,
Monolake,
David Bowie,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Vainqueur,
T.S.O.L.,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Junior Murvin,
Con Funk Shun,
Marshall Jefferson,
ABBA,
Tom Boy,
Liliput,
The Moleskins,
the Germs,
the Fania All-Stars,
Alphaville,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
B.T. Express,
Sällskapet,
Slave,
Unrelated Segments,
Jacques Brel,
Lalann,
Bootsy Collins,
The Mojo Men,
Organ,
Jeff Lynne,
The Remains,
Johnny Clarke,
The Techniques,
Brick,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Babytalk,
Sonic Youth,
Au Pairs,
The Walker Brothers,
Chris Corsano,
Ultra Naté,
H. Thieme,
Sixth Finger,
Mantronix,
Bush Tetras,
Dave Gahan,
Sexual Harrassment,
Maurizio,
Spandau Ballet,
Grey Daturas,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
R.M.O.,
The Black Dice,
Lou Reed,
the Normal,
Wolf Eyes,
48th St. Collective,
Negative Approach,
D'Angelo,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.