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 Kiribati and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Crash Course in Science to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Monks. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
The Dead C,
Visage,
Leonard Cohen,
Gastr Del Sol,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Durutti Column,
Althea and Donna,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Iggy Pop,
Skaos,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gil Scott Heron,
Soft Machine,
Ultra Naté,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Tom Boy,
Kenny Larkin,
Reagan Youth,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Litter,
Girls At Our Best!,
Brand Nubian,
Parry Music,
Desert Stars,
Anthony Braxton,
Newcleus,
The Mojo Men,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Walker Brothers,
The Move,
Funky Four + One,
Sun Ra,
La Düsseldorf,
Mr. Review,
Skarface,
Tim Buckley,
Minutemen,
Easy Going,
Donny Hathaway,
Oneida,
Lindisfarne,
Sugar Minott,
Moss Icon,
The Fuzztones,
Neu!,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Music Machine,
Todd Terry,
Roxette,
Radiopuhelimet,
Yellowson,
Urselle,
The Birthday Party,
Lakeside,
Interpol,
Adolescents,
Eli Mardock,
The Red Krayola,
Ornette Coleman,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.