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 Netherlands and from Lagos.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Philadelphia.
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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Cosmic Jokers to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster 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 spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Underground Resistance,
Henry Cow,
Harry Pussy,
Arcadia,
KRS-One,
Janne Schatter,
The Dead C,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Grey Daturas,
Kenny Larkin,
Avey Tare,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Roy Ayers,
10cc,
Reagan Youth,
The Monks,
The Searchers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Half Japanese,
The New Christs,
Eric Dolphy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
X-102,
Cybotron,
Sound Behaviour,
Scientists,
Black Pus,
Swans,
The Gun Club,
Todd Terry,
Clear Light,
The Fall,
MDC,
DNA,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jandek,
DJ Style,
Colin Newman,
Peter & Gordon,
Arab on Radar,
Moss Icon,
Gastr Del Sol,
Reuben Wilson,
Metal Thangz,
Black Bananas,
Quadrant,
Kerri Chandler,
Jacques Brel,
Deadbeat,
Eurythmics,
Fort Wilson Riot,
David Axelrod,
Gang of Four,
The Mummies,
Black Sheep,
the Soft Cell,
Robert Hood,
kango's stein massive,
Echospace,
Audionom,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.