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 China 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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Shanghai.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Skatalites to the punk 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 The Techniques. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
Arab on Radar,
Royal Trux,
EPMD,
The Neon Judgement,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Camouflage,
Toni Rubio,
Scientists,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rapeman,
The Sonics,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Aural Exciters,
Pantytec,
Marvin Gaye,
Brick,
Oblivians,
Deakin,
Max Romeo,
Khruangbin,
Terrestrial Tones,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
CMW,
Sonny Sharrock,
Fela Kuti,
X-101,
La Düsseldorf,
The Gladiators,
Eric Copeland,
Alton Ellis,
Inner City,
Joe Finger,
Thee Headcoats,
Avey Tare,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Crooked Eye,
Bang On A Can,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Theoretical Girls,
The Cure,
Ten City,
The Selecter,
The New Christs,
Magazine,
Model 500,
Soul Sonic Force,
Johnny Osbourne,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Reuben Wilson,
JFA,
Public Enemy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Piero Umiliani,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Brass Construction,
Black Sheep,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.