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 South Sudan 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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 rhodes 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 Robert Görl to the grime 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Fat Boys,
Chris Corsano,
Tom Boy,
Kurtis Blow,
Marmalade,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Funkadelic,
Derrick Morgan,
Suburban Knight,
Clear Light,
The Cure,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Q and Not U,
Con Funk Shun,
Gang Green,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Electric Prunes,
Public Enemy,
Negative Approach,
Derrick May,
the Association,
Massinfluence,
Vladislav Delay,
The Fortunes,
Marcia Griffiths,
Scott Walker,
Y Pants,
Black Moon,
Pagans,
Qualms,
Blossom Toes,
Brothers Johnson,
Joey Negro,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Unwound,
Rekid,
Matthew Bourne,
Zapp,
Circle Jerks,
Neu!,
Lee Hazlewood,
Flipper,
Gil Scott Heron,
Patti Smith,
FM Einheit,
The Barracudas,
OOIOO,
B.T. Express,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Shadows of Knight,
John Holt,
Wasted Youth,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Fania All-Stars,
Marvin Gaye,
DJ Sneak,
Bang On A Can,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.