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 Syria and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Warsaw,
Underground Resistance,
Spandau Ballet,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bill Near,
Avey Tare,
Panda Bear,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Adolescents,
Aural Exciters,
Letta Mbulu,
Unwound,
The United States of America,
Danielle Patucci,
ABBA,
Jesper Dahlback,
Hashim,
Amazonics,
The Selecter,
Roger Hodgson,
Youth Brigade,
Gong,
Camberwell Now,
The Fire Engines,
Joy Division,
Yusef Lateef,
Popol Vuh,
Joe Smooth,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gang of Four,
Sound Behaviour,
Con Funk Shun,
Wire,
The Busters,
Newcleus,
Sun Ra,
The Cure,
Alton Ellis,
The Toasters,
Rotary Connection,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bronski Beat,
Harry Pussy,
Drive Like Jehu,
Animal Collective,
Dark Day,
Lebanon Hanover,
Smog,
Black Sheep,
Fluxion,
Lower 48,
Lungfish,
Ituana,
Man Parrish,
Crime,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Yaz,
Vladislav Delay,
Godley & Creme,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.