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 Samoa 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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Pussy Galore to the grunge 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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Neon Judgement record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lyres,
Sister Nancy,
Gregory Isaacs,
Man Eating Sloth,
Skriet,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jeff Mills,
Susan Cadogan,
K-Klass,
Roxy Music,
DJ Style,
The Standells,
Kerri Chandler,
Freddie Wadling,
Soft Machine,
Minnie Riperton,
L. Decosne,
Yazoo,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Soft Cell,
Amon Düül,
MC5,
Yellowson,
Mandrill,
Supertramp,
The J.B.'s,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Sonics,
The Moleskins,
Cheater Slicks,
a-ha,
The Gladiators,
Cecil Taylor,
Dave Gahan,
Bob Dylan,
The Happenings,
Johnny Clarke,
Todd Terry,
Duran Duran,
Josef K,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Buzzcocks,
Newcleus,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Camouflage,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
New York Dolls,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ronnie Foster,
Matthew Bourne,
The Smoke,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ludus,
Deakin,
Thompson Twins,
Anakelly,
Nas,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
the Bar-Kays,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.