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 Guinea and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bremen.
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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the marimba 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 Agitation Free to the rock 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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Popol Vuh,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Malaria!,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Deakin,
Rotary Connection,
Massinfluence,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Infiniti,
Aswad,
Deadbeat,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
ABC,
Swell Maps,
Bluetip,
Gregory Isaacs,
Junior Murvin,
Monolake,
Eric Copeland,
The Electric Prunes,
Unrelated Segments,
48th St. Collective,
Soul Sonic Force,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ituana,
Cecil Taylor,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Soul II Soul,
Ponytail,
The Move,
Judy Mowatt,
The Human League,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pole,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Sound,
The Sonics,
Sexual Harrassment,
Dorothy Ashby,
Funky Four + One,
Reagan Youth,
Chris Corsano,
Ossler,
The Fugs,
Stetsasonic,
Sun City Girls,
The J.B.'s,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
London Community Gospel Choir,
T. Rex,
The Toasters,
Alice Coltrane,
Reuben Wilson,
Quantec,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bill Wells,
The Cure,
kango's stein massive,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Tomorrow,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.