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 Tunisia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 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 Soft Machine to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
The Smiths,
kango's stein massive,
Hardrive,
The Selecter,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Durutti Column,
Amazonics,
Main Source,
Byron Stingily,
Monolake,
Davy DMX,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sex Pistols,
Adolescents,
Soft Cell,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Godley & Creme,
Curtis Mayfield,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Dennis Brown,
Quadrant,
Zapp,
The Happenings,
Judy Mowatt,
Mars,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Todd Terry,
Terry Callier,
Flamin' Groovies,
Soul II Soul,
Accadde A,
R.M.O.,
The Black Dice,
Glenn Branca,
Ultravox,
Cal Tjader,
Grauzone,
Matthew Bourne,
The Star Department,
Warsaw,
Television Personalities,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Josef K,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Eden Ahbez,
The Victims,
Groovy Waters,
Country Teasers,
Camberwell Now,
Howard Jones,
Johnny Osbourne,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Thee Headcoats,
Goldenarms,
Fad Gadget,
Y Pants,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Association,
Alton Ellis,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.