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 Laos 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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Alice Coltrane to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Archie Shepp,
Anthony Braxton,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Spoonie Gee,
Nas,
Erasure,
Pierre Henry,
Cymande,
Minnie Riperton,
Bizarre Inc.,
Al Stewart,
Barry Ungar,
The Smoke,
Harmonia,
Echospace,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rhythm & Sound,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Morten Harket,
Porter Ricks,
Radio Birdman,
Radiopuhelimet,
Hasil Adkins,
Liliput,
Tears for Fears,
Inner City,
Junior Murvin,
The Barracudas,
Godley & Creme,
a-ha,
Massinfluence,
Blancmange,
Hoover,
Saccharine Trust,
Eurythmics,
Peter and Kerry,
The United States of America,
Roger Hodgson,
Soft Cell,
Tommy Roe,
Desert Stars,
Cameo,
Wolf Eyes,
Loose Ends,
Kas Product,
Johnny Osbourne,
Laurel Aitken,
Tim Buckley,
Jacques Brel,
Heaven 17,
CMW,
Curtis Mayfield,
Warsaw,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Misunderstood,
Wings,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.