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 Belize and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manchester.
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 mellotron 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 Human League to the rock 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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Joensuu 1685,
Negative Approach,
Tubeway Army,
Joy Division,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Neu!,
Moss Icon,
The Associates,
Mr. Review,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Absolute Body Control,
H. Thieme,
Godley & Creme,
The J.B.'s,
The Blues Magoos,
Ohio Players,
The Young Rascals,
Bad Manners,
Eric B and Rakim,
Fela Kuti,
Liliput,
Metal Thangz,
Con Funk Shun,
The Vogues,
X-Ray Spex,
The Red Krayola,
Kerrie Biddell,
Swans,
Jacob Miller,
D'Angelo,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Crooked Eye,
Soft Machine,
Chrome,
The Dead C,
It's A Beautiful Day,
cv313,
Yellowson,
Warsaw,
The Slackers,
Young Marble Giants,
Donald Byrd,
Eden Ahbez,
Magma,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Kinks,
Yusef Lateef,
Lou Reed,
Wally Richardson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Marshall Jefferson,
Peter & Gordon,
Eric Copeland,
Roy Ayers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Flipper,
The Count Five,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.