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 Latvia and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 DJ Sneak to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 the Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Janne Schatter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ralphi Rosario,
Easy Going,
The Offenders,
Fear,
U.S. Maple,
Junior Murvin,
Brass Construction,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Q65,
Chrome,
Kayak,
the Normal,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Wings,
Scratch Acid,
Gang Green,
The Seeds,
Inner City,
Fugazi,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pussy Galore,
Black Bananas,
B.T. Express,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Echospace,
Soft Cell,
John Cale,
the Slits,
Altered Images,
Dorothy Ashby,
Minutemen,
Pantytec,
Suburban Knight,
E-Dancer,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jacob Miller,
Ice-T,
Ornette Coleman,
Gichy Dan,
Judy Mowatt,
Thee Headcoats,
Underground Resistance,
The Golliwogs,
Byron Stingily,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Joe Smooth,
Hoover,
Basic Channel,
Dave Gahan,
The Vogues,
Khruangbin,
Cluster,
Reagan Youth,
Tropical Tobacco,
Newcleus,
OOIOO,
Nick Fraelich,
K-Klass,
X-102,
Deepchord,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.