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 Mali and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Moleskins to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine 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?
Ultra Naté,
Scrapy,
The Angels of Light,
Fifty Foot Hose,
E-Dancer,
Soft Cell,
The Fortunes,
Infiniti,
Das Ding,
the Sonics,
The Gap Band,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Brothers Johnson,
Country Teasers,
Ohio Players,
Tubeway Army,
Simply Red,
Chris Corsano,
The Divine Comedy,
The Stooges,
Rapeman,
Y Pants,
Don Cherry,
Excepter,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jeff Mills,
The Gladiators,
H. Thieme,
Duran Duran,
Khruangbin,
The Victims,
Siglo XX,
Blancmange,
Half Japanese,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Soft Cell,
The Martian,
The Barracudas,
The Knickerbockers,
Matthew Halsall,
Tom Boy,
The Litter,
Nico,
DJ Sneak,
Charles Mingus,
Prince Buster,
Arthur Verocai,
Hot Snakes,
Agitation Free,
Max Romeo,
The Electric Prunes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
La Düsseldorf,
Marmalade,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Underground Resistance,
Dawn Penn,
Soulsonic Force,
The Moody Blues,
Stetsasonic,
Anakelly,
Juan Atkins,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.