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 Korea South and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Kevin Saunderson to the punk 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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
Theoretical Girls,
Wasted Youth,
Rites of Spring,
Bush Tetras,
Girls At Our Best!,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Janne Schatter,
Audionom,
Jesper Dahlback,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Neil Young,
Matthew Halsall,
Parry Music,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Index,
Funkadelic,
UT,
Joe Finger,
Smog,
Bad Manners,
Scott Walker,
the Bar-Kays,
Thee Headcoats,
Metal Thangz,
Robert Wyatt,
Crime,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Judy Mowatt,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Eve St. Jones,
Soft Cell,
World's Most,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Boogie Down Productions,
Outsiders,
The Grass Roots,
Ornette Coleman,
The Real Kids,
Visage,
The Human League,
10cc,
Circle Jerks,
Alice Coltrane,
Surgeon,
Con Funk Shun,
The Saints,
Sister Nancy,
Half Japanese,
Fad Gadget,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rekid,
Soul II Soul,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kevin Saunderson,
Avey Tare,
Country Teasers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Minutemen,
Yellowson,
The Skatalites,
Mad Mike,
Gregory Isaacs,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.