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 Equatorial Guinea and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 marimba 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 The Cowsills to the jazz 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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
New Order,
Sun Ra,
ABBA,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Wire,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Swell Maps,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sunsets and Hearts,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Yellowson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Young Rascals,
Goldenarms,
Outsiders,
Radiohead,
Funkadelic,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Sonics,
Thompson Twins,
Grey Daturas,
Gichy Dan,
E-Dancer,
Magazine,
Wolf Eyes,
The Moody Blues,
Vainqueur,
Rekid,
Alphaville,
Kerri Chandler,
Robert Görl,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Normal,
Y Pants,
Tres Demented,
Agitation Free,
Barry Ungar,
Faraquet,
Circle Jerks,
Scion,
Donny Hathaway,
Pole,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Move,
Tubeway Army,
Crime,
The Monochrome Set,
Derrick May,
Royal Trux,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Dawn Penn,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Television Personalities,
The Techniques,
Trumans Water,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Slick Rick,
The Detroit Cobras,
Motorama,
Eric Dolphy,
The Mojo Men,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.