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 Vietnam and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 güiro 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 Outsiders 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 The Standells. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James Chance & The Contortions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rakim,
X-101,
The Stooges,
Mad Mike,
Infiniti,
Dorothy Ashby,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Index,
The Blackbyrds,
Todd Terry,
Jimmy McGriff,
Popol Vuh,
Agent Orange,
Silicon Teens,
Alison Limerick,
Eurythmics,
Young Marble Giants,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rotary Connection,
Black Sheep,
Yusef Lateef,
The New Christs,
Marmalade,
The Last Poets,
Q and Not U,
Ituana,
The Cowsills,
Funky Four + One,
Funkadelic,
The Mojo Men,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sarah Menescal,
Johnny Clarke,
Kayak,
Ossler,
The Mighty Diamonds,
AZ,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Roxy Music,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
David McCallum,
Bush Tetras,
Agitation Free,
Youth Brigade,
The Fuzztones,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bronski Beat,
EPMD,
Joensuu 1685,
The Motions,
Quando Quango,
Sight & Sound,
Joy Division,
Todd Rundgren,
The Monochrome Set,
OOIOO,
Livin' Joy,
Ultra Naté,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.