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 France and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Sällskapet to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Brothers Johnson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Organ,
Sex Pistols,
The Electric Prunes,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rod Modell,
Pantaleimon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Wally Richardson,
Yaz,
Q65,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Toni Rubio,
Gastr Del Sol,
Soulsonic Force,
ABBA,
Camberwell Now,
Lucky Dragons,
Jerry Gold Smith,
OOIOO,
Fear,
The Black Dice,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Laurel Aitken,
D'Angelo,
Con Funk Shun,
Ituana,
Can,
Radiohead,
Amon Düül,
Jeru the Damaja,
Nils Olav,
The Dead C,
Sexual Harrassment,
Moby Grape,
Susan Cadogan,
Qualms,
Rufus Thomas,
Dark Day,
Gang Starr,
Ornette Coleman,
Boogie Down Productions,
Patti Smith,
Minny Pops,
Minor Threat,
Black Sheep,
Frankie Knuckles,
Crash Course in Science,
Main Source,
Hashim,
John Lydon,
Skaos,
Model 500,
LL Cool J,
Black Flag,
Grauzone,
Stereo Dub,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.