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 Tajikistan and from London.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Cosmic Jokers to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Deadbeat,
Neil Young,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Motions,
R.M.O.,
Pantaleimon,
Reagan Youth,
Jerry's Kids,
The Beau Brummels,
Man Parrish,
Skaos,
The Young Rascals,
Chris & Cosey,
Jacques Brel,
Agitation Free,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ludus,
Tres Demented,
Rapeman,
The Walker Brothers,
Fat Boys,
Gichy Dan,
World's Most,
Mo-Dettes,
Black Sheep,
James White and The Blacks,
Underground Resistance,
T. Rex,
DNA,
Ituana,
Juan Atkins,
ABC,
Colin Newman,
B.T. Express,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Associates,
Pagans,
Pierre Henry,
The Busters,
Pantytec,
Don Cherry,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Accadde A,
MC5,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Schoolly D,
Radiopuhelimet,
Half Japanese,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Boz Scaggs,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Slick Rick,
The Leaves,
Albert Ayler,
Reuben Wilson,
The Saints,
Tomorrow,
Agent Orange,
Loose Ends,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.