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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manila.
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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 The Star Department to the electroclash 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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Durutti Column,
The Invisible,
Arthur Verocai,
Jeff Mills,
Q and Not U,
Tim Buckley,
Make Up,
Freddie Wadling,
Inner City,
Skaos,
Sonic Youth,
The Neon Judgement,
Roger Hodgson,
Erykah Badu,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Avey Tare,
Groovy Waters,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mandrill,
Soft Machine,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Loose Ends,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Matthew Halsall,
The Monks,
Dennis Brown,
ABBA,
Whodini,
The Flesh Eaters,
Grandmaster Flash,
Tomorrow,
Leonard Cohen,
Lucky Dragons,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Monochrome Set,
The J.B.'s,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The New Christs,
Kurtis Blow,
New Order,
Arab on Radar,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Glambeats Corp.,
Quantec,
Rod Modell,
Talk Talk,
June Days,
Icehouse,
Rekid,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Clear Light,
10cc,
Don Cherry,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lee Hazlewood,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.