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 Lebanon and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 sitar 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 Scrapy to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
The Flesh Eaters,
Radiopuhelimet,
Warsaw,
E-Dancer,
The Wake,
The J.B.'s,
Ultra Naté,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
10cc,
Black Sheep,
The Walker Brothers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Essential Logic,
Smog,
the Normal,
Eurythmics,
Erykah Badu,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Searchers,
Yaz,
Intrusion,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Divine Comedy,
Massinfluence,
X-102,
Soft Cell,
Rotary Connection,
Mantronix,
48th St. Collective,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Prince Buster,
The Young Rascals,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bad Manners,
Minor Threat,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Cramps,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pere Ubu,
Chris Corsano,
Youth Brigade,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Malaria!,
Slick Rick,
Marcia Griffiths,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Iggy Pop,
Negative Approach,
Dark Day,
Monks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Black Moon,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Quando Quango,
Laurel Aitken,
Bobby Womack,
Maurizio,
Fear,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.