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 Monaco and from New York.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Quantec to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispy Ambulance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Monks,
Soft Cell,
Second Layer,
Crime,
Erasure,
Flash Fearless,
Amon Düül,
Kerrie Biddell,
Loose Ends,
Letta Mbulu,
Bobby Womack,
Theoretical Girls,
Faust,
Janne Schatter,
the Fania All-Stars,
X-Ray Spex,
Rites of Spring,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Swell Maps,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Alison Limerick,
Joe Smooth,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Saints,
Section 25,
Scientists,
Organ,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Fugs,
The Walker Brothers,
Neu!,
Whodini,
The Knickerbockers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sonny Sharrock,
These Immortal Souls,
Robert Görl,
Shoche,
Alphaville,
EPMD,
Pierre Henry,
Spandau Ballet,
The Seeds,
The Blackbyrds,
Angry Samoans,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The New Christs,
The Residents,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Quantec,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Brothers Johnson,
The Tremeloes,
Junior Murvin,
Blossom Toes,
Eden Ahbez,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Agitation Free,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.