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 Sierra Leone and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Grandmaster Flash to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
David Axelrod,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Big Daddy Kane,
Inner City,
Hasil Adkins,
Circle Jerks,
The Mojo Men,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Al Stewart,
Blossom Toes,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lou Reed,
Marvin Gaye,
Skarface,
New Order,
Smog,
Soft Machine,
the Normal,
Brass Construction,
Yazoo,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bluetip,
John Holt,
48th St. Collective,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Scratch Acid,
Oblivians,
Cluster,
Visage,
Tim Buckley,
the Germs,
OOIOO,
Accadde A,
Ken Boothe,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Babytalk,
U.S. Maple,
Pulsallama,
The Fuzztones,
The Cowsills,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
LL Cool J,
Public Image Ltd.,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Siglo XX,
Avey Tare,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Five Americans,
Man Eating Sloth,
The American Breed,
Qualms,
The Skatalites,
Stereo Dub,
The Martian,
Faust,
Roy Ayers,
Josef K,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bad Manners,
Sixth Finger,
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.