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 France and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lille.
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 snare 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 48th St. Collective to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
Whodini,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Popol Vuh,
Roxy Music,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Eurythmics,
The Busters,
Depeche Mode,
Bronski Beat,
The Dave Clark Five,
Hoover,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Pop Group,
June Days,
Isaac Hayes,
Spoonie Gee,
Tommy Roe,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Leonard Cohen,
Essential Logic,
Cheater Slicks,
Second Layer,
Eric B and Rakim,
Erykah Badu,
Jeff Lynne,
Silicon Teens,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rosa Yemen,
Groovy Waters,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Symarip,
Curtis Mayfield,
Brothers Johnson,
Laurel Aitken,
The Seeds,
Byron Stingily,
Janne Schatter,
Dual Sessions,
Soulsonic Force,
UT,
Sugar Minott,
Lebanon Hanover,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Moby Grape,
Absolute Body Control,
Max Romeo,
The Blackbyrds,
Graham Central Station,
Au Pairs,
Ponytail,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pantaleimon,
The Victims,
Heaven 17,
The Divine Comedy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Slits,
La Düsseldorf,
Michelle Simonal,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.