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 Guatemala 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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 güiro 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 Soft Cell to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
X-102,
The Knickerbockers,
Fela Kuti,
Moebius,
The Victims,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Unwound,
Cheater Slicks,
The Zeros,
Gang of Four,
James White and The Blacks,
The Real Kids,
Thompson Twins,
Andrew Hill,
Idris Muhammad,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Barbara Tucker,
Soft Cell,
Albert Ayler,
Drexciya,
The Beau Brummels,
Flash Fearless,
The Fugs,
F. McDonald,
Magma,
Malaria!,
Dual Sessions,
Gregory Isaacs,
Silicon Teens,
The Sound,
Anakelly,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Niagra,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Royal Trux,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kevin Saunderson,
World's Most,
Johnny Clarke,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Tommy Roe,
Ultravox,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Patti Smith,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Smiths,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ituana,
Kurtis Blow,
Sparks,
The Angels of Light,
Kayak,
Charles Mingus,
Panda Bear,
R.M.O.,
Brick,
The Residents,
Bush Tetras,
the Fania All-Stars,
Cal Tjader,
Grauzone,
New York Dolls,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.