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 Bolivia and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 marimba 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 Lakeside to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
L. Decosne,
The Dirtbombs,
Danielle Patucci,
The Remains,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Radio Birdman,
Babytalk,
Suicide,
The Skatalites,
Yusef Lateef,
Maleditus Sound,
Camouflage,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Aloha Tigers,
Tropical Tobacco,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Section 25,
Japan,
Gabor Szabo,
Inner City,
Curtis Mayfield,
Popol Vuh,
The Fugs,
The Velvet Underground,
Jandek,
The Barracudas,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mantronix,
DNA,
Bobby Byrd,
Grauzone,
Maurizio,
The Misunderstood,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Eve St. Jones,
Joy Division,
Tears for Fears,
Camberwell Now,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Quantec,
Mandrill,
the Association,
Gerry Rafferty,
Prince Buster,
Black Sheep,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
David Axelrod,
Sixth Finger,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Star Department,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Godley & Creme,
The Five Americans,
Altered Images,
Moebius,
Chris Corsano,
Lucky Dragons,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.