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 Botswana and from London.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Half Japanese 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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
Toni Rubio,
Barry Ungar,
Rites of Spring,
Hot Snakes,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Real Kids,
Quando Quango,
Brand Nubian,
Jandek,
Fugazi,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Von Mondo,
Mary Jane Girls,
Thee Headcoats,
Eric Dolphy,
Curtis Mayfield,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Selecter,
Robert Hood,
Slick Rick,
John Coltrane,
the Slits,
Public Enemy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gang of Four,
Kenny Larkin,
Zapp,
Erykah Badu,
Bush Tetras,
David McCallum,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Deepchord,
Bobby Byrd,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bobby Sherman,
The Saints,
Crash Course in Science,
The Neon Judgement,
The American Breed,
Ultravox,
Amazonics,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Grey Daturas,
Dave Gahan,
Los Fastidios,
Soft Cell,
Television,
Livin' Joy,
Blake Baxter,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Terrestrial Tones,
the Soft Cell,
The Cramps,
Model 500,
Howard Jones,
Lakeside,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.