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 Czech Republic and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Yaz to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
The Fortunes,
The Sound,
Junior Murvin,
Negative Approach,
Sound Behaviour,
MDC,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
World's Most,
The Durutti Column,
The Saints,
The Residents,
Symarip,
Aloha Tigers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Crooked Eye,
Delta 5,
Gabor Szabo,
Tommy Roe,
Black Flag,
Joe Smooth,
Archie Shepp,
Q and Not U,
Moby Grape,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Iggy Pop,
Bluetip,
Half Japanese,
Jeff Mills,
These Immortal Souls,
Mad Mike,
The Birthday Party,
Boredoms,
The Motions,
Neil Young,
Lindisfarne,
Sparks,
Black Moon,
The Angels of Light,
Soul II Soul,
AZ,
Mo-Dettes,
H. Thieme,
The Mummies,
The Moody Blues,
Lyres,
Smog,
The Standells,
The Happenings,
Donald Byrd,
The Smoke,
Ultra Naté,
Agent Orange,
Jacob Miller,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sex Pistols,
Adolescents,
Inner City,
The Searchers,
The Gap Band,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.