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 Mauritania and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Houston.
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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Newcleus to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Saints. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
The Toasters,
Bobby Womack,
Supertramp,
The Neon Judgement,
Harry Pussy,
X-101,
Rhythm & Sound,
Babytalk,
Ponytail,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ultravox,
Country Teasers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Connie Case,
LL Cool J,
David Bowie,
Spandau Ballet,
Gang of Four,
Drive Like Jehu,
Schoolly D,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Associates,
Fear,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mission of Burma,
Heaven 17,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Human League,
Scan 7,
Magma,
Gong,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jawbox,
Average White Band,
The Cure,
The Gories,
The Standells,
Eve St. Jones,
Lou Christie,
Guru Guru,
Darondo,
Alphaville,
Derrick Morgan,
Stiv Bators,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Malaria!,
Thee Headcoats,
Technova,
Nas,
Fat Boys,
Wolf Eyes,
Liliput,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Black Bananas,
Mr. Review,
A Certain Ratio,
Quadrant,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.