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 Equatorial Guinea and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 World's Most to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Sandy B,
Anakelly,
The Gories,
La Düsseldorf,
Althea and Donna,
Soft Cell,
Gil Scott Heron,
Crime,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Easy Going,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Agitation Free,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Al Stewart,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Soft Machine,
The Wake,
Echospace,
ABBA,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Fall,
KRS-One,
The Pop Group,
Vladislav Delay,
New Age Steppers,
Spandau Ballet,
Tomorrow,
T.S.O.L.,
The Count Five,
Curtis Mayfield,
Flamin' Groovies,
Minutemen,
Von Mondo,
Bad Manners,
Bill Wells,
The Monochrome Set,
Malaria!,
James White and The Blacks,
Big Daddy Kane,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Young Marble Giants,
The J.B.'s,
Excepter,
The Evens,
Ice-T,
Lou Reed,
Black Bananas,
Gong,
10cc,
Eve St. Jones,
Alice Coltrane,
Dead Boys,
New York Dolls,
Blancmange,
Alison Limerick,
Todd Rundgren,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.