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 Maldives and from Spokane.
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 Milan and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 oboe 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 The Cure 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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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?
The Sound,
The Selecter,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Marine Girls,
ABBA,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rites of Spring,
the Sonics,
The Knickerbockers,
Kerri Chandler,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Agent Orange,
Sugar Minott,
Japan,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Nas,
The Smoke,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lindisfarne,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Tommy Roe,
Yazoo,
Ralphi Rosario,
One Last Wish,
The Durutti Column,
Ohio Players,
Franke,
New Age Steppers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lyres,
The Move,
Sonny Sharrock,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Mad Mike,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Vogues,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Deadbeat,
The Monochrome Set,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lee Hazlewood,
Moss Icon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bush Tetras,
Althea and Donna,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ronnie Foster,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Happenings,
Isaac Hayes,
Hardrive,
The Doors,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Donald Byrd,
Peter and Kerry,
Vainqueur,
Matthew Halsall,
Ludus,
Alison Limerick,
Newcleus,
Harry Pussy,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.