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 Zimbabwe and from Portland.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 linndrum 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 Marcia Griffiths to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
Mark Hollis,
Mo-Dettes,
Ten City,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Maleditus Sound,
Johnny Clarke,
Sister Nancy,
Roger Hodgson,
The Mojo Men,
FM Einheit,
Cymande,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Little Man,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Neon Judgement,
Cluster,
Flash Fearless,
Goldenarms,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lightning Bolt,
the Bar-Kays,
Dark Day,
Rhythm & Sound,
Intrusion,
Gang Starr,
The Angels of Light,
Eli Mardock,
the Germs,
Unrelated Segments,
Juan Atkins,
Piero Umiliani,
Pole,
Pylon,
The Divine Comedy,
Urselle,
Chris Corsano,
Eurythmics,
Rotary Connection,
The Red Krayola,
Rekid,
The Grass Roots,
T.S.O.L.,
ABBA,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Laurel Aitken,
Half Japanese,
Masters at Work,
The Busters,
Ice-T,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Eve St. Jones,
Fela Kuti,
Aloha Tigers,
Heaven 17,
Schoolly D,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Zeros,
New York Dolls,
Sonny Sharrock,
Icehouse,
Excepter,
The Music Machine,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.