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 Bhutan and from Copenhagen.
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 Lagos and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 mellotron 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 Tim Buckley to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
The Toasters,
Ultravox,
Duran Duran,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ohio Players,
Icehouse,
Andrew Hill,
Fear,
The Vogues,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jeru the Damaja,
Excepter,
Bang On A Can,
Sugar Minott,
Althea and Donna,
Boogie Down Productions,
Camberwell Now,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Blues Magoos,
Eurythmics,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Black Bananas,
Hardrive,
Shoche,
Gregory Isaacs,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Goldenarms,
Roxette,
Wings,
Marcia Griffiths,
Niagra,
Alice Coltrane,
Nik Kershaw,
Wasted Youth,
Mo-Dettes,
Ronnie Foster,
Anakelly,
Vainqueur,
Masters at Work,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Brick,
Suicide,
The Human League,
Chris & Cosey,
Wire,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Monks,
Shuggie Otis,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Girls At Our Best!,
Technova,
The Standells,
Public Enemy,
The Sound,
Television Personalities,
Echospace,
Los Fastidios,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bobby Womack,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Barry Ungar,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.