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 Burkina and from Paris.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 theremin 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 June of 44 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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
Camouflage,
Wasted Youth,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
48th St. Collective,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bobby Sherman,
Oblivians,
Moby Grape,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ultravox,
Jandek,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
X-Ray Spex,
Fela Kuti,
Thee Headcoats,
The Blackbyrds,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Absolute Body Control,
R.M.O.,
Bill Wells,
Fluxion,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Maurizio,
The Skatalites,
The Slits,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bush Tetras,
Suicide,
Fatback Band,
Bang On A Can,
John Lydon,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eve St. Jones,
The Stooges,
K-Klass,
Jacques Brel,
Graham Central Station,
June Days,
Barrington Levy,
Monolake,
The Electric Prunes,
Khruangbin,
Spoonie Gee,
LL Cool J,
ABBA,
Flipper,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Cowsills,
Davy DMX,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Swell Maps,
Dead Boys,
Minor Threat,
Quando Quango,
China Crisis,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Darondo,
Inner City,
CMW,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.