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 Hungary and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 The Neon Judgement to the disco 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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
Flipper,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Absolute Body Control,
the Bar-Kays,
Deakin,
Bang On A Can,
Gil Scott Heron,
Brand Nubian,
Byron Stingily,
Symarip,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Real Kids,
Fat Boys,
Eurythmics,
The Buckinghams,
Lindisfarne,
Josef K,
The Five Americans,
Clear Light,
Dawn Penn,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Moebius,
The Gap Band,
The New Christs,
The Sound,
The Divine Comedy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Seeds,
Minnie Riperton,
Trumans Water,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Scott Walker,
The United States of America,
Wire,
Nik Kershaw,
Skriet,
The Fall,
Minny Pops,
Cal Tjader,
Neil Young,
Rufus Thomas,
The Gladiators,
MDC,
Letta Mbulu,
Lightning Bolt,
Dave Gahan,
The Moleskins,
Donald Byrd,
Spandau Ballet,
Scrapy,
Animal Collective,
Suicide,
Young Marble Giants,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
New York Dolls,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Standells,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
David McCallum,
Bill Near,
Second Layer,
The Fire Engines,
Maleditus Sound,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.