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 Belgium and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Negative Approach to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
The Tremeloes,
ABC,
Erykah Badu,
Groovy Waters,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Toni Rubio,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Absolute Body Control,
Cluster,
Aswad,
Zapp,
Underground Resistance,
The Dead C,
Robert Görl,
Idris Muhammad,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bizarre Inc.,
Organ,
JFA,
Average White Band,
The Vogues,
Crispian St. Peters,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Girls At Our Best!,
Maleditus Sound,
The Star Department,
Lebanon Hanover,
Tropical Tobacco,
Goldenarms,
The Fortunes,
Eric Copeland,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Trojans,
LL Cool J,
Tommy Roe,
Pylon,
Warsaw,
Khruangbin,
Sight & Sound,
The Alarm Clocks,
Marine Girls,
Slick Rick,
Suburban Knight,
Fela Kuti,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Henry Cow,
Interpol,
Deakin,
John Foxx,
Matthew Halsall,
Marc Almond,
Stetsasonic,
Faust,
F. McDonald,
Joe Finger,
Pharoah Sanders,
Tres Demented,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.