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 Honduras and from Manila.
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 1968 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 Salvador 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 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 Kas Product to the crunk 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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Von Mondo,
The Smoke,
Agitation Free,
The Move,
Das Ding,
R.M.O.,
Bad Manners,
The Mummies,
John Holt,
Davy DMX,
Basic Channel,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Al Stewart,
Joensuu 1685,
Unrelated Segments,
Excepter,
World's Most,
Depeche Mode,
the Germs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Fugs,
Michelle Simonal,
Stetsasonic,
Icehouse,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pantaleimon,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Red Krayola,
The New Christs,
Banda Bassotti,
Jerry's Kids,
Groovy Waters,
Blancmange,
Roxette,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sister Nancy,
Fugazi,
Neil Young,
Young Marble Giants,
Grandmaster Flash,
K-Klass,
Jeff Mills,
Flamin' Groovies,
Marc Almond,
Hardrive,
Nirvana,
Babytalk,
Saccharine Trust,
Q and Not U,
DNA,
Unwound,
Lakeside,
Drive Like Jehu,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
A Certain Ratio,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Seeds,
New Order,
The Dave Clark Five,
Dorothy Ashby,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.