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 Seychelles and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Mr. Review to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
Slave,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Girls At Our Best!,
Chris Corsano,
Ronan,
Soft Machine,
Todd Rundgren,
The Fuzztones,
E-Dancer,
the Germs,
F. McDonald,
X-Ray Spex,
MC5,
The Barracudas,
Kayak,
The Birthday Party,
Public Image Ltd.,
Matthew Bourne,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Los Fastidios,
Saccharine Trust,
Brass Construction,
Sarah Menescal,
H. Thieme,
Main Source,
Adolescents,
The Moleskins,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gang Green,
Jawbox,
This Heat,
Chris & Cosey,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Crime,
KRS-One,
David Bowie,
Angry Samoans,
Yazoo,
Todd Terry,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bronski Beat,
Swans,
Loose Ends,
Aural Exciters,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Warsaw,
Judy Mowatt,
Gang of Four,
Erasure,
The Gories,
Desert Stars,
Funkadelic,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Stiv Bators,
Soft Cell,
Bad Manners,
Bill Wells,
Eric Dolphy,
Eve St. Jones,
The Smoke,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.