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 Uruguay and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 arpeggiator 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 Subhumans to the crunk 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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Scion,
Fad Gadget,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sight & Sound,
Sexual Harrassment,
Peter & Gordon,
Robert Görl,
Cal Tjader,
The Selecter,
David Bowie,
Grey Daturas,
Harmonia,
Scientists,
Al Stewart,
Urselle,
Frankie Knuckles,
AZ,
Eve St. Jones,
Fear,
Animal Collective,
Amazonics,
Sandy B,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Fall,
Warsaw,
Peter and Kerry,
Young Marble Giants,
Max Romeo,
Tres Demented,
Lou Christie,
Gong,
Camberwell Now,
Drexciya,
Joy Division,
Glenn Branca,
The Real Kids,
Bill Wells,
James White and The Blacks,
Joey Negro,
Audionom,
Cluster,
Nation of Ulysses,
Erykah Badu,
Alton Ellis,
Groovy Waters,
Soul Sonic Force,
Magma,
Sister Nancy,
Harry Pussy,
Deakin,
Todd Terry,
Theoretical Girls,
Camouflage,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Flamin' Groovies,
Traffic Nightmare,
Robert Hood,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
China Crisis,
Yellowson,
Roger Hodgson,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.