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 Ghana and from Portland.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Los Fastidios 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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
DJ Sneak,
Model 500,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gang Green,
Con Funk Shun,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fat Boys,
Anthony Braxton,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rod Modell,
The Cramps,
Vainqueur,
Derrick May,
Thee Headcoats,
The Wake,
Brothers Johnson,
Warren Ellis,
Ronan,
Wire,
Matthew Halsall,
Brick,
Wally Richardson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Don Cherry,
Nils Olav,
Joyce Sims,
Ronnie Foster,
Soft Cell,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Sonics,
Grauzone,
The Gories,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kenny Larkin,
David Bowie,
Dennis Brown,
Eyeless In Gaza,
X-102,
Soulsonic Force,
Television,
Little Man,
Crime,
La Düsseldorf,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Crooked Eye,
Suicide,
Cal Tjader,
Aaron Thompson,
Camouflage,
Excepter,
Trumans Water,
T. Rex,
Bluetip,
The Birthday Party,
The Victims,
the Bar-Kays,
Sandy B,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.