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 Madagascar and from Calgary.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Jerry's Kids to the techno 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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Surgeon,
Ohio Players,
Minnie Riperton,
The Toasters,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
June Days,
The Beau Brummels,
Morten Harket,
China Crisis,
Godley & Creme,
Amazonics,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Normal,
Laurel Aitken,
The Names,
Bang On A Can,
Bobby Byrd,
Slave,
Cal Tjader,
Maleditus Sound,
Peter & Gordon,
Rod Modell,
Sarah Menescal,
The Techniques,
David McCallum,
Liliput,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bizarre Inc.,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Altered Images,
Brand Nubian,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gang Gang Dance,
A Certain Ratio,
Public Enemy,
Negative Approach,
Scratch Acid,
Fear,
The J.B.'s,
Zero Boys,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gong,
Michelle Simonal,
Echospace,
Moss Icon,
Erykah Badu,
The Misunderstood,
Bob Dylan,
Harry Pussy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gang Green,
Ronnie Foster,
Ronan,
Albert Ayler,
Roxy Music,
The Sonics,
The Dave Clark Five,
Brothers Johnson,
Patti Smith,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.