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 Japan and from Calgary.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 arpeggiator 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 Silicon Teens to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Piero Umiliani,
Pagans,
Minor Threat,
Graham Central Station,
the Sonics,
Von Mondo,
Angry Samoans,
Terry Callier,
Drexciya,
Ronnie Foster,
Marine Girls,
Robert Hood,
Talk Talk,
The Neon Judgement,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Cramps,
Outsiders,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Red Krayola,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Mummies,
Susan Cadogan,
Black Flag,
Lindisfarne,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Crispy Ambulance,
Throbbing Gristle,
Inner City,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Charles Mingus,
Slick Rick,
Sun City Girls,
kango's stein massive,
Cheater Slicks,
Dave Gahan,
AZ,
The American Breed,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Gories,
Suicide,
Eric Copeland,
Sun Ra,
Grauzone,
EPMD,
Swell Maps,
Slave,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
48th St. Collective,
Barry Ungar,
Jesper Dahlback,
Television,
The Fortunes,
Colin Newman,
Funky Four + One,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Motorama,
Easy Going,
JFA,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.