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 Seychelles and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Quando Quango to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
The Pop Group,
Aaron Thompson,
Cluster,
a-ha,
Thee Headcoats,
Stetsasonic,
Y Pants,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The United States of America,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Swans,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Chrome,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sister Nancy,
Dennis Brown,
Newcleus,
The Martian,
Iggy Pop,
Harpers Bizarre,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Human League,
Bush Tetras,
Deadbeat,
The Fugs,
The Sonics,
The Barracudas,
Steve Hackett,
Aswad,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Connie Case,
the Soft Cell,
Ultra Naté,
B.T. Express,
Rod Modell,
Agent Orange,
Max Romeo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Crime,
The Mummies,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Donny Hathaway,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Graham Central Station,
Yazoo,
Fifty Foot Hose,
DJ Style,
Wings,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ultravox,
Warren Ellis,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Maleditus Sound,
Bobby Womack,
Model 500,
Maurizio,
Eric B and Rakim,
Vladislav Delay,
The Residents,
A Certain Ratio,
Eric Copeland,
Neu!,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.