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 China 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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ 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 Cosmic Jokers to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
Sandy B,
Cal Tjader,
Eric Dolphy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Johnny Clarke,
DNA,
Con Funk Shun,
Spandau Ballet,
Black Moon,
The Names,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Animal Collective,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Motions,
Ossler,
Basic Channel,
Soul II Soul,
The Standells,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lindisfarne,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Simply Red,
The Litter,
Peter and Kerry,
Tropical Tobacco,
Oblivians,
Blancmange,
Second Layer,
The Martian,
Rosa Yemen,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Residents,
Soulsonic Force,
Joensuu 1685,
Suicide,
Yellowson,
The American Breed,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Cowsills,
Roy Ayers,
Television Personalities,
Josef K,
Lou Reed,
Barry Ungar,
Donny Hathaway,
Vainqueur,
Arab on Radar,
Danielle Patucci,
Banda Bassotti,
Michelle Simonal,
Laurel Aitken,
Alice Coltrane,
Eric B and Rakim,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Surgeon,
JFA,
Althea and Donna,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.