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 Algeria and from Milan.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Fela Kuti to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Walker Brothers,
Graham Central Station,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Hardrive,
Prince Buster,
Faraquet,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Sound,
Zero Boys,
The Toasters,
Kerri Chandler,
the Soft Cell,
the Human League,
Lindisfarne,
Lou Reed,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Max Romeo,
Hasil Adkins,
Kenny Larkin,
Be Bop Deluxe,
David McCallum,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Q and Not U,
The Dirtbombs,
Todd Terry,
Eden Ahbez,
Anakelly,
Shoche,
Sällskapet,
Nirvana,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Marvin Gaye,
Essential Logic,
Mo-Dettes,
Colin Newman,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Pop Group,
Connie Case,
Mandrill,
Aloha Tigers,
Public Image Ltd.,
La Düsseldorf,
The Barracudas,
Crispian St. Peters,
Andrew Hill,
Thee Headcoats,
Brand Nubian,
Joy Division,
UT,
Swell Maps,
Sandy B,
K-Klass,
Mantronix,
Fluxion,
Nik Kershaw,
The Kinks,
Shuggie Otis,
Urselle,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.