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 Germany and from Taipei.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 theremin 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 Alphaville to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
The Associates,
Niagra,
Easy Going,
Sonic Youth,
Judy Mowatt,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Deadbeat,
Schoolly D,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Barracudas,
The Detroit Cobras,
Wolf Eyes,
The Saints,
Silicon Teens,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Nils Olav,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Sound,
Bobby Sherman,
Little Man,
the Soft Cell,
Accadde A,
Graham Central Station,
Frankie Knuckles,
Eve St. Jones,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Funky Four + One,
Erykah Badu,
Sarah Menescal,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Trojans,
Cymande,
Camouflage,
Scratch Acid,
Chrome,
Rod Modell,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Barrington Levy,
Ituana,
Carl Craig,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Dennis Brown,
Tropical Tobacco,
D'Angelo,
Zero Boys,
Black Flag,
Ornette Coleman,
Slick Rick,
Sun Ra,
Half Japanese,
Blake Baxter,
Joensuu 1685,
Technova,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Brass Construction,
The Litter,
Derrick Morgan,
Qualms,
Leonard Cohen,
Joe Finger,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.