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 Sri Lanka 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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Johannesburg.
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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Suicide 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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Scientists,
Masters at Work,
The American Breed,
Sparks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Matthew Halsall,
10cc,
Echospace,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ultravox,
Sun City Girls,
Eddi Front,
The Black Dice,
Drive Like Jehu,
David McCallum,
Black Sheep,
Qualms,
Mandrill,
Eric Copeland,
Marmalade,
Brick,
Slick Rick,
Scrapy,
Oblivians,
Darondo,
The Busters,
Rapeman,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Hashim,
Black Pus,
Robert Hood,
Severed Heads,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rod Modell,
Bronski Beat,
Scion,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Letta Mbulu,
Scott Walker,
The Standells,
The Real Kids,
The Beau Brummels,
Janne Schatter,
The Names,
Kas Product,
Chris Corsano,
ABBA,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Idris Muhammad,
Stetsasonic,
Dennis Brown,
Rufus Thomas,
Grandmaster Flash,
Radiopuhelimet,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bang On A Can,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Neon Judgement,
JFA,
Kurtis Blow,
This Heat,
Neu!,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.