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 Palau and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lyon.
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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Todd Terry to the disco 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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Bootsy Collins,
The Seeds,
Banda Bassotti,
Roger Hodgson,
Rakim,
Black Moon,
K-Klass,
DNA,
Boogie Down Productions,
Theoretical Girls,
Slick Rick,
Charles Mingus,
Rufus Thomas,
Lou Christie,
The Barracudas,
The Toasters,
Smog,
Roxette,
Bob Dylan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ponytail,
Pet Shop Boys,
Swans,
Peter & Gordon,
Gang Starr,
The Grass Roots,
Bronski Beat,
ABBA,
T.S.O.L.,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Names,
James White and The Blacks,
The Alarm Clocks,
New Order,
Skriet,
Joey Negro,
The Blues Magoos,
The Vogues,
The Beau Brummels,
Arcadia,
Moss Icon,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Tom Boy,
Main Source,
Sound Behaviour,
Index,
Darondo,
Aural Exciters,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Black Dice,
Joyce Sims,
Kerrie Biddell,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Crooked Eye,
Sexual Harrassment,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Country Teasers,
Blancmange,
X-Ray Spex,
Ralphi Rosario,
David McCallum,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.