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 Djibouti and from New York.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Jakarta.
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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Panda Bear to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Heaven 17,
Harmonia,
Sex Pistols,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Saints,
Skriet,
T.S.O.L.,
Model 500,
Scott Walker,
Avey Tare,
Absolute Body Control,
Mr. Review,
Sonny Sharrock,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Chris Corsano,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Dark Day,
Altered Images,
Newcleus,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Offenders,
Tubeway Army,
Bauhaus,
Echospace,
Ossler,
Crash Course in Science,
Lindisfarne,
L. Decosne,
Motorama,
Letta Mbulu,
Crispy Ambulance,
A Certain Ratio,
the Association,
Popol Vuh,
The Zeros,
Jerry's Kids,
The Doors,
MC5,
Au Pairs,
FM Einheit,
Ralphi Rosario,
Connie Case,
Roger Hodgson,
The Divine Comedy,
Cluster,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Normal,
Rapeman,
Outsiders,
Bang On A Can,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Toasters,
Suburban Knight,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Johnny Clarke,
Wally Richardson,
Rotary Connection,
Matthew Halsall,
The Associates,
Nils Olav,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.