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 Spain and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 arpeggiator 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 Jawbox to the disco 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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Bobby Womack,
Junior Murvin,
Mary Jane Girls,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Heaven 17,
The Angels of Light,
Marvin Gaye,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Section 25,
JFA,
The Evens,
New Order,
Scratch Acid,
Brothers Johnson,
Reuben Wilson,
The Slackers,
Spandau Ballet,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Mojo Men,
The Sound,
Bang On A Can,
Alton Ellis,
The Seeds,
Cybotron,
Fela Kuti,
The United States of America,
The Fall,
Janne Schatter,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Marc Almond,
Derrick May,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Neon Judgement,
Derrick Morgan,
Nico,
The Blues Magoos,
The Techniques,
Thee Headcoats,
the Bar-Kays,
Blake Baxter,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Walker Brothers,
Sex Pistols,
Iggy Pop,
The Stooges,
Rufus Thomas,
K-Klass,
the Normal,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Mo-Dettes,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Golliwogs,
Absolute Body Control,
Alice Coltrane,
Chrome,
Underground Resistance,
Leonard Cohen,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
H. Thieme,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.