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 Cuba and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Shadows of Knight to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
The Black Dice,
Kenny Larkin,
Bush Tetras,
The United States of America,
Vladislav Delay,
Josef K,
Section 25,
Liliput,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Minnie Riperton,
the Sonics,
Mars,
Ken Boothe,
The Searchers,
cv313,
Crispy Ambulance,
JFA,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Godley & Creme,
Visage,
the Human League,
Interpol,
The Young Rascals,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Smog,
Rhythm & Sound,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Isaac Hayes,
Nik Kershaw,
Carl Craig,
The Mummies,
Scion,
Second Layer,
Deepchord,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Zapp,
Trumans Water,
Young Marble Giants,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Stooges,
Royal Trux,
Roxette,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sex Pistols,
Pharoah Sanders,
Howard Jones,
The Neon Judgement,
Mandrill,
Radiopuhelimet,
Byron Stingily,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Amon Düül,
Negative Approach,
AZ,
Letta Mbulu,
Eurythmics,
Juan Atkins,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.