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 Togo and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Fad Gadget to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Essential Logic,
The Smoke,
Ornette Coleman,
Crooked Eye,
T. Rex,
DJ Style,
Rufus Thomas,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Danielle Patucci,
The Electric Prunes,
Surgeon,
The Red Krayola,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Golliwogs,
Davy DMX,
Pantytec,
Excepter,
Siglo XX,
Connie Case,
JFA,
Nik Kershaw,
Groovy Waters,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Misunderstood,
Deakin,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Juan Atkins,
Radiohead,
Goldenarms,
Letta Mbulu,
Mandrill,
Q and Not U,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pagans,
R.M.O.,
Funkadelic,
Erasure,
Sex Pistols,
Kenny Larkin,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Mary Jane Girls,
Alphaville,
Barbara Tucker,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sunsets and Hearts,
F. McDonald,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Mummies,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lungfish,
PIL,
Thompson Twins,
The Happenings,
China Crisis,
Minny Pops,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Gap Band,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.