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 Tajikistan and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 organ 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 clarinet and a chamberlin 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 linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
ABC,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bobby Sherman,
The Move,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
In Retrospect,
Bang On A Can,
Wasted Youth,
Sound Behaviour,
U.S. Maple,
Howard Jones,
Spoonie Gee,
The Slackers,
Pantytec,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Tom Boy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Niagra,
Man Eating Sloth,
Black Moon,
10cc,
Sight & Sound,
A Flock of Seagulls,
X-Ray Spex,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Suburban Knight,
Main Source,
Funkadelic,
Ten City,
Henry Cow,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Unwound,
Country Teasers,
Intrusion,
Radiohead,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Five Americans,
Mary Jane Girls,
Curtis Mayfield,
Qualms,
Depeche Mode,
The Golliwogs,
Can,
Loose Ends,
Second Layer,
Agent Orange,
the Human League,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kevin Saunderson,
Reuben Wilson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Fad Gadget,
Los Fastidios,
Sonny Sharrock,
Little Man,
Sixth Finger,
Lebanon Hanover,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.