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 Namibia 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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 organ 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 The Dirtbombs to the funk 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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
Colin Newman,
The Fire Engines,
Soft Machine,
Black Flag,
Kenny Larkin,
Roger Hodgson,
Frankie Knuckles,
F. McDonald,
Soft Cell,
Adolescents,
Ultravox,
Althea and Donna,
The Real Kids,
The Move,
Black Pus,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Dennis Brown,
cv313,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Juan Atkins,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pussy Galore,
Mr. Review,
kango's stein massive,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Goldenarms,
Cecil Taylor,
Mad Mike,
The Wake,
Flash Fearless,
Skaos,
Japan,
Sparks,
Connie Case,
Stiv Bators,
Underground Resistance,
Crash Course in Science,
the Fania All-Stars,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Minnie Riperton,
Warren Ellis,
The Monks,
Robert Wyatt,
The Standells,
The Tremeloes,
Basic Channel,
the Normal,
Tom Boy,
Desert Stars,
Maurizio,
Black Bananas,
Scientists,
Kayak,
Cheater Slicks,
Lebanon Hanover,
Surgeon,
Section 25,
Das Ding,
Fear,
Suburban Knight,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.