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 Israel and from Cairo.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Edmonton.
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 at the first Suicide 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the disco 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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
Little Man,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Patti Smith,
Nik Kershaw,
Ralphi Rosario,
Das Ding,
Harmonia,
The Moody Blues,
The Neon Judgement,
David Axelrod,
Flamin' Groovies,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Marc Almond,
Loose Ends,
Bill Wells,
The Pop Group,
Sly & The Family Stone,
KRS-One,
New York Dolls,
Soul Sonic Force,
Arab on Radar,
Zapp,
Barrington Levy,
One Last Wish,
Blossom Toes,
Franke,
Vainqueur,
Ponytail,
Kaleidoscope,
Rites of Spring,
Marmalade,
Bush Tetras,
a-ha,
Man Parrish,
Mandrill,
Colin Newman,
Von Mondo,
Q65,
Cluster,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Niagra,
The Saints,
Ornette Coleman,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Birthday Party,
The Velvet Underground,
Public Image Ltd.,
Hoover,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pylon,
Icehouse,
Sandy B,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Underground Resistance,
Bizarre Inc.,
Aaron Thompson,
Section 25,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Neil Young,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.