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 Marshall Islands and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Nas to the techno 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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
Fat Boys,
Albert Ayler,
Organ,
Public Enemy,
Black Moon,
The Fugs,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Toni Rubio,
Jawbox,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kerri Chandler,
Chris Corsano,
Pylon,
Danielle Patucci,
Nas,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Infiniti,
Warsaw,
Urselle,
Parry Music,
Scott Walker,
Inner City,
Loose Ends,
Gang Starr,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Eric B and Rakim,
Motorama,
These Immortal Souls,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Alarm Clocks,
Johnny Osbourne,
Alton Ellis,
PIL,
Tears for Fears,
Ludus,
Brand Nubian,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lalann,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Outsiders,
Peter & Gordon,
The Durutti Column,
The Modern Lovers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Nik Kershaw,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Neon Judgement,
Youth Brigade,
Funkadelic,
Quadrant,
The Fall,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Gladiators,
the Soft Cell,
Lindisfarne,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.