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 Argentina and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bologna.
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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 In Retrospect to the grunge 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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kaleidoscope,
Sonny Sharrock,
Stiv Bators,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Music Machine,
X-101,
Pharoah Sanders,
the Sonics,
Big Daddy Kane,
Radio Birdman,
The Martian,
The Cure,
U.S. Maple,
Pagans,
Mary Jane Girls,
Nico,
Girls At Our Best!,
This Heat,
Newcleus,
X-Ray Spex,
The Smoke,
The Gap Band,
Toni Rubio,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Black Pus,
the Germs,
The Zeros,
Bill Wells,
Drexciya,
June of 44,
Darondo,
The Birthday Party,
10cc,
Roy Ayers,
The Vogues,
Deepchord,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Radiopuhelimet,
Steve Hackett,
Dark Day,
Gabor Szabo,
The Grass Roots,
Lebanon Hanover,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Dead Boys,
The Moody Blues,
Mars,
The Residents,
The Angels of Light,
Derrick May,
Television Personalities,
Robert Wyatt,
The Litter,
Banda Bassotti,
Spandau Ballet,
Jeff Mills,
Radiohead,
Slick Rick,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.