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 Ecuador and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the crunk 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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
Sunsets and Hearts,
10cc,
Fela Kuti,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Todd Terry,
The Moleskins,
Laurel Aitken,
The Black Dice,
Donny Hathaway,
Masters at Work,
the Normal,
John Foxx,
Urselle,
The Invisible,
Unwound,
Sight & Sound,
Maleditus Sound,
the Human League,
Slave,
Stetsasonic,
Deadbeat,
Loose Ends,
Jawbox,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Unrelated Segments,
Suburban Knight,
Pole,
Glambeats Corp.,
Tom Boy,
Simply Red,
JFA,
The Cramps,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kayak,
Easy Going,
Funkadelic,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Joey Negro,
Arthur Verocai,
Crime,
T.S.O.L.,
Eric Copeland,
Vainqueur,
Joyce Sims,
Schoolly D,
Ossler,
Minny Pops,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Anakelly,
Nirvana,
Procol Harum,
Television Personalities,
Kurtis Blow,
Marmalade,
The Wake,
Morten Harket,
The United States of America,
Outsiders,
Moebius,
Bluetip,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Smoke,
Dennis Brown,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.