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 Nepal and from Portland.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 harpsichord 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback 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 funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Freddie Wadling,
T. Rex,
Steve Hackett,
Hasil Adkins,
The Dead C,
Maleditus Sound,
Little Man,
Con Funk Shun,
Basic Channel,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sarah Menescal,
Crash Course in Science,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Whodini,
Agent Orange,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Godley & Creme,
Audionom,
The Electric Prunes,
Theoretical Girls,
Jacques Brel,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Tom Boy,
Malaria!,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Music Machine,
the Soft Cell,
The Star Department,
Kool Moe Dee,
Half Japanese,
Funkadelic,
Thee Headcoats,
MDC,
Don Cherry,
Ohio Players,
Angry Samoans,
Severed Heads,
Robert Görl,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Neu!,
The Fugs,
Flipper,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Minor Threat,
Heaven 17,
Livin' Joy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rhythm & Sound,
David McCallum,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Robert Hood,
Q65,
Easy Going,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.